¤ Don’t make me a sculpted face! ¤
…that was the request

And then we trembled
While Guessing
With each breathing
Questions without answers
Answers
Resounding with no questions

Face to face with the name of the cloth
From where the time was watching us
With serenity

From time to time a tiny creature
Left her honey to the pages
We unhidden the dance of the sun
On the paper

Temples rose dew drops
Nostrils breathed heights
Hearing reverberated deep
The lyre of the angels
Reminding
Forgotten words
On the beginning scores
Drowning slow the little room
In the accords of the greatest symphony