another new day

There is no beginning and end in the unknown formula of universal unbalanced equivalencies.

Gallardo Santini [PF]

fim

2/29

Plunge in the quotidian

is never equal

3/29

in the towed silence of damn walls, poorly made

askance watched in the eternal unusual path

… between elusive facades, between roughly closed doors

6/29

beyond the invariable broken bustle, of the roofless serene mild breeze

the infinite and common rails

without knowing where they

were going

because beyond far, everything’s

seem to perish

or appear in an hot rolled perspective through the wild horizon profile.

The hard crystal diamond, reflected the cold late light, that through many

paths is followed by an attentive god Bacchus

at the indifference of passing moments, soothed by a fleeting luck

at the burst of abstract diffuse vain journeys

pursued by daring mockeries and slander, that confront behind the broom

by the intrepid exasperated desperate wait

but at the eloquence of an innocent another dawn 20/29

like those that loom without being seen 21/29

and adorn themselves in incessant rested being 22/29

behold, all transforms

by the placidity of an adiabatic system,

and at the foresight of a childish infant day 25/29

burn convex, the loosen words 26/29

in the great shooting nebula

at the ephemeral spleen ether of another fulfilled journey

ether.

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