It’s raining. I am going out on the balcony. Black angel, don’t rebuke me! I’m so thirsty!
I am hearing thousand of white horses and the fight dogs of the city
And the Subway has no destination
a golden beetle is sitting motionless on my sleeve
black angel, don’t drag me in the sand of clepsydra!
black angel, don’t drag me in the sky!
don’t feed me with so many chimeras!
I am singing on the balcony about
this sleepless night
which I inebriate with a bottle of sweet wine
from the cellar of thoughts squashed by the quiet lights
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