Paroxismo On the way to other dreams, we went out in the afternoon; a strange adventure spoiled us in the bliss of the flesh, and the heart fluctuates between it and the desolation of the journey. In the agglomeration of the platforms the sobs broke suddenly; later, all night under my dreams, I listen to their lamentations and their prayers. The train is a blast of iron that hits the scene and moves everything. I hold her memory to the depths of ecstasy, and the distant colors of her eyes beat on my chest . Today we will pass the autumn together and the meadows will be yellow. I shudder for her! Uninhabited horizons of absence! Tomorrow will be all cloudy with her tears and the life that comes is weak as a breath. Prisma I am a dead center in the middle of the hour, equidistant from the shipwrecked cry of a star. A handlebar park snaps into the shadow, and the ropeless moon oppresses me in the stained glass windows. Golden daisies leafless in the wind. The insurrectionary city of illum