Appearing at night
on the terrace
a very tall skyscraper and bitter
I could touch the nocturnal vault
and in an act of extraordinary love
I grabbed a blue star.
Black was the night
and I slid
by the road
with the stolen star in the bag.
From trembling glass
he appeared
, and was
abruptly
as if
an ice pack
or carried a sword of an archangel in his belt.
I saved him
fearful
under the bed on
so no one would discover him,
but his light
crossed
only
the wool mattress,
then
the brick,
from the roof of my house.
uncomfortable
were
for me
the very private tasks.
Always use this light
aus astralem Acetylen
the beat, as if
wanted to get back into the night,
I could not
me at all
take care of my duties
and s..
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