The night, the water, the statues
the night
untouched, departed
by train of half past seven
to follow under the foliage
the night
undresses the embankment of old willows
and shriveled shadows
the water
forming the waves
threaten under mirrors
where ice-cold dreams tremble
the water
breaks the battle between
life and death
the images
I love them too much
words, they flush on
in my inhospitable place
the images
move language to love
no longer desire
#poezie