I Am Made Of Earth, And My

Let Us Forget With Generosity Those Who Cannot Love Us

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair.

Take Bread Away From Me, If You Wish, Take Air Away, But Do Not Take From Me Your Laughter.

There's A Country Spread Out In The Sky, A Credulous Carpet Of Rainbows And Crepuscular Plants: I Move Toward It Just A Bit Haggardly, Trampling A Gravedigger's Rubble Still Moist From The Spade To Dream In A Bedlam Of Vegetables.

Only Do Not Forget, If I Wake Up Crying It's Only Because In My Dream I'm A Lost Child Hunting Through The Leaves Of The Night For Your Hands.