Today I had a beautiful surprise: my last poem “Oggi” was an inspiration for a new, fascinating visual and poetic work on Implied Spaces, a project I warmly recommend you for its deep and surprising depictions of the complexity and simplicity of beauty.
You should not dance – in the hospital, waiting butterflies are not thinking of you.
In the room of Deprivation,
Waltz past the drawing table –
Neon steel shines brightly –
electric white cones,
Great giants rise up –
the analgesics needles were angel hairs
that day in September.
Stars – on Cerulean kabuki gowns cast near –
rise above the lapping waves,
then sink mournfully
to the call of a black and white trumpet.
They are invisible to those Grey-green Gowns with the ivory trombones.
Tasking the centre now….
What is missing? ….
Whither you go East or West ,
What time is it now ?
X-rays of empty days,
filling the long hallways with empty weeks,….
I do not believe you.
You can not make transparent promises.
Today we’ll see clouds in the Dishpan Lakes –
“Only currently do imports bring porridge,”
we will say,
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