This young woman is dark, very dark.
I see a hand, an arm, a bare shoulder,
women’s gatherings.

I am kneeling in front of you in the grass,
There are graves too. And she is even younger …
All they’re good for is making love.

Even the boats are unreal, as you can see.
Was he your father?
a ship that didn’t prove seaworthy…

I was alone that day.
with a silver chain…
jets of water…

I waited for you.  I looked for you.
your sleepless nights
fragile constructions by the water’s edge

And you go where the mood takes you …
I’m not afraid … I am free.
The wing, has it been repaired?

I haven’t found what I’m looking for.
And there’s the ship of your dreams …
I must go home. Now leave me.

on stretched canvases
All this is a product of your imagination …
Who knows.

I haven’t the faintest idea.
who is a friend of mine.
do you know her?

It can happen quickly, an accident.
I’m not even sure I spoke to her at all.
and he often looked at his watch.


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