Reflections

I.

Ancient philosophers thought
that the earth was
at the center of the universe. 

Modern philosophers think
that the universe is the one which is
at the center of the earth.

II.

Clouds of grey form a ceiling to my eyes
which look at the colours
arriving from the day. 

It is autumn.
A leaf falls and falls,
writing graciously
what i can't do on paper

III.

Dreams: Cumulus of unending desires
hanging from a long chain
of never starting moments. 

IV.

Physics: I learned the law of equilibrium
of a galaxy in space
depends on some numbers
disguised in silence...

Limits

I.

They say that at the limit 
of all sands of the earth 
one day the sea rested 
on all the shores.

II.

At the very limit
of each sound,
we can hear the whisper
of each silence.

The call

It may be true 
it may be false 
a destiny that you never know 

holding back a present 
for a future, 
a past for after death 

(a dream of belonging) 

but you never believed the power 
of a truly finished drawing 

(that of your life) 

When all is done 
when there is nothing left but 
that smiling of rain 
a ray of light lost deep in space 
of your own being 
going beneath time and memory 

(to become 
and stay in that foreverness 
of blind existence) 

the void between everything, 
and everything away from yourself 
but what you feel today  tonight right now (for 
tomorrow and yesterday both 
don't make sense to you) 

Thus you grasp a single moment 
which is all that you have 

a lonely dot moving on without a go 
a wave that might never make it 
to any shore 

There you stand 
watching alone, waiting 
beside a blue telephone 
for that blue call 
of love.