The nude face of the sky
is thirsty of joy
soaked in yellow
discerning a disease
-of mind or body!?
cringing like an infant
in torpid lap of afternoon
the infant who fondles
her mother's breast
in loose aspirations
for it to milk
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The nude face of the sky is impregnated with water and silence !
Th thirsty joy is silent. Mind and body suffer silently like a whirlwind.
THE AFTERNOON is waiting breathlessly humming the song of life and ecstasy.
The mother and the child in a rhythm of intimacy Music of silence.
You understand the power and powerlessness of words.
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