beyond the window
immaterial world
mixed clinks
voices and glances
carry in them
a dazzling loneliness

I can see you every morning
sneaking among the things
thrown upside-down all over the room
with your bare ballerina feet
and your nipples panting under the light drops
while drinking tea like in a Buddhist ritual

your breath reflected upon the outside world
has a useless rhythmicity
so easily perceivable when passing
the left hand over the body
bent over the cup

what an infernal sensation
is to see the row of vehicles
thrown upon the hot highway

the city looks like a huge butterfly
with thousands of eyes inlaid
onto the wings

let us step back
as its look
might drive us
into a darker loneliness