is to wake up the devil , close
the door is to say
goodbye Father can't receive two suicide notes [2] The bell has broken The door is suddenly aging in the silent old corridor A man who keeps losing his language is wandering on the lake The plane disturbs your life You are disturbed again by an old woman She picks up food on the side of the road The bread looks more like a piece of rusty wood Your lover and man duel Answers like the hands of onlookers You get everything in fiction Every day is a movie [3] Between them celebrating a horse's victory An old man A friend died at last and you came only one step late to the funeral The tombs are piled up in the garden "Stop sending him postcards, shy Giovanni" "Come on a cigarette in Milan they all smoke" "But Alexander Sir who deleted your bad news" [4] The cat stared at the statue all night as if waiting for the statue to come back to life [5]
If you put plaster on the old wound, the
wound will be forever young
. One day the wound will breed love, and the
wound will be born.
[6]
We will only turn on the trumpet on the morning of the
funeral Western bands play
music -
for those who can't hear
Tell the mourners: eat
and that's the difference between us and them
on a rainy morning they
play the clarinet and cello on the grass The
rich and the poor get up one after another
There is no lack of words
, neither is it shy to express despair or hope
It was a day in 1960, a
land full of dirt and
grass2010.11.11.YC
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