The Language Of My Love Does Not

The Earth Is Blue Like An Orange.

She Is Standing On My Lids And Her Hair Is In My Hair She Has The Colour Of My Eye She Has The Body Of My Hand In My Shade She Is Engulfed As A Stone Against The Sky She Will Never Close Her Eyes And She Does Not Let Me Sleep And Her Dreams In The Bright Day Make The Suns Evaporate And Me Laugh Cry And Laugh Speak When I Have Nothing To Say

Elephants Are Contagious.

Your Eyes In Which I Travel Have Given To Signs Along The Roads A Meaning Alien To The Earth.

Even When We Sleep We Watch Over One Another.