Litany -the very last call

I talked to God through the stoned cold
And he listened to my prayer somewhere between
The dawns and the first ray of the sun
When the orphaned shadows still float in the air
Time has mixed the departure with the arrival
Leaned on the nude sadness on the edge of the impenetrable tomb
Morning is still the most beautiful part of the day
If you wake up next to a candle , a cup of coffee
And the icons have fallen from your chest

We're here and there in a generalized confusion
And don't know if the touch is love or hate
Black or white ,if we climb or descend ,if the rock is a friend or a burden
We live both as a tornado and a vertigo
The sky is painting colors when all dead go to sleep
Angels fall on their knees ,they know all my teardrops
Like a submergence into the deep
We are born, we die, nothing between
Maybe just an immense hourglass

The bored faces build a fall into nothingness
Intoxicated by the gesture of birth ,waking the need for a gulp of oxygen
The desire to hide our lives as a lost piece of frozen soul
I won't touch the moment ,the roar of life slowly passing on my forehead
No, I won't wait anymore for the healing of my broken wings
I can also fly with a slain happiness and a stoned flesh

the right to keep silence ( to all my fellow poets)

whomever said writing is easy and that you wouldn't lose yourself
into metaphors or epithets piercing your thoughts was so wrong
sometimes you feel leafless as the trees in autumn
living here and there an harlequin with no epaulettes on his shoulders
light comes so late just a sparkle covering the shadow
steps almost unheard in the desert smells like nothingness
like helpless and bitterness at the heaven's gate a demon calls my name
repeatedly leads me into temptation a body of raw clay
the unborn in me shouts to be born but he could have waited
the placenta is not protecting him anymore from the storms
sometimes i wonder why the blood tastes like holly water and
i can't exactly tell if i am sleeping or just faking it

i haven't been taught to live alone and i
don't know if that's my first or my very last road
enjoying the passing like a snowdrop falling on the crosses
the grave so many times love has slipped through my fingers
been so close but still my happiness so far
the emptiness i cover with the first chaos
le monde c"est laid
sadness shinning in my chest and it has no cure
the curtain falls you have been all witnesses to an illusion
to a dance in the dark and all we have got left is
the right to keep silence