towns with the word coral
in order to observe from inside
the shadow of veins
galloping with the foam and echo
of mirages and words in our mouths
I want comes back
so often the horizon quivers
with ardor
surprises with small tendernesses,
or wounds again and again
Translated by Sylvain Gallais and Cynthia Hogue
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