I have a voice that leaves the house,
travels through fictitious lips
like that child who fears his vices.
open window & the clock is slow.
percusses Voice, breaks its shell,
red suit is thrown in a precipice,
ineffable hovers without trial ...
window closed & no time passes.
The night embraces me, I close my eyes
in a futile attempt to kill you,
silicon in silence I love you.
The child is now a barbarian I
abroad within the meaning of love.
Skip to empty when I look and call you.
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