It 's a period in which they are a bit' scattered and am working on three projects of contemporary writing. I should probably focus on only one ... but I'm just like this.
Here are the latest poems I posted on some websites ... and below, included in a forthcoming collection.
The natural order
But I do not know why I do not like
The natural order of things. The perpetual succession
seasons.
Alternating day and night.
The stages of life: the first tooth
one year,
puberty at twelve, thirty
marriage
sixty retirement.
I want the confusion, the deviation
,
the non-repetition.
I could die for a remake of a
had,
of an already wanted
of an already heard.
bulging from a common life
I stood on the bank of a river
A dream
Which goes against the current,
That leaves
not fall from the branches
But to rise up in the sky Read
,
What is eaten at Christmas
Dove,
That fire
Turn off the water
That man bites dog .
But all the same and equal
repeats itself each day, tilting her head
only change my point of view, but this is too little
not enough To keep me quiet here
not enough.
GCP
Mulier
Who are my soul, hidden in this
body of a woman?
I always thought that my ideas
Do not have sex,
But it was not true.
On my heart there is a breast
Refuge of a child,
promise of love. As a heart
doubled
Exposed for all to see. Yet
This applies to my secret.
I am the belly of the world,
have a house, shelter
perennial
desires lost
prompt response
mute questions.
as I wrap a blanket
Who
cold and heat.
who has always tried
The warmth and life.
Who are my soul?
If man is the war I am the peace
If man is thirsty
If I am the rain the man is starving
I am the bread.
(GCP)
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