Chronologies, the inaccessible relaities, the invisible
Structures of emotion, and, also, sudden sadness,
A bit abrupt, which subdued the charm of the narrative which,
However, came from the writing
Me to say it. - The word of the night.
It became even more remote;
With the fragrance of the body that evoked it.
And, nearby, what remained
Red in the blue of the sky.
You said: no more politics.
Of little truths. - The tiny undulations
of the sea, and threads, hanging
Into water. - You were alone, to contemplate
The softness, and this thin line, hardly
Moving. - Without a shadow.
In the foggy night. With a cold wind.
Then, to leave the spot. To find yourself again
In the middle of the street.