A short waterfall, the years!...Hunched and broken on the streets where we grow,We linger, fade and shakeLike a crossroads with no traffic light.A rigid body, narrow,... squeezedLike a houseIn colors unadapted to achromatopsia.

Shadows!... grey.A stony shadow crashes, breaks the stoneAnd We, to the architectures that dismantleOur thought and why we do not endureWhile they endure... for eternity.

Eternity...Constructions upon a roof, a program of acceptanceOf warmth,... light, acquaintancesWhere it pierces through torn-out windows that burnPeople and gates in overlong waitsCrammedLike shoulders to pillars, braced against stormsSeasonal, shed like teardrops from the eavesOf one another, unsparingly?!... ...

Blackened gaze!...An uprooted cup, justLike hair to destruction and dischargeTo the awakening...Of a difficult hungerFor fragility. ... ...