Between going and staying
Between leaving and being in doubt the day,
in love with its transparency.
The circular afternoon is already bay:
in his still swing the world is ingrained.
Everything is visible and everything is elusive,
everything is close and everything is untouchable.
The papers, the book, the glass, the pencil
rest in the shadow of their names.
Beating the time that in my sien repeats
the same stubborn syllrated with blood.
Light makes the wall indifferent
a spectral theater of reflections.
In the center of one eye I discover myself;
doesn't look at me, I look into his gaze.
It dissipates instantly. Without moving,
I'll stay and go: I'm a pause.
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