Darkness is light sometimes

My living body at that moment, the windows covered with their perforated curtains, as I lay in my bed, the focus of the fragments coming from my subsoil.

My face is up to the sky and there is no angle to step aside,my hair is dusted with sun dust, and the air enters the cabins of a ship I send to sea, now and then, made of my words.

My words are full of omens, omens, and the surprises of my days. It is heavier than the dirt of my friend's unknown grave in my hometown.

No, I am not as lying low as you might imagine, on the bed of my solitude, far from reaching your glorious cries.The light smooths my face, and the vision July turns the walls of my room into a paper theater in which a match is lit.

My hand might drop its load of words on this step-covered threshold and the wrathful,Faltering wind of the Lord scatters me on its march through the desert like a handful of wheat.This is me: the sound of my hidden bells in the flesh, louder than an impending storm.

I don't wait for a light at the end of the tunnel, I trained my body to walk in the dark, on the way to touch and smell, and intuitively, too.

I flutter with love,Even if it looks like a drop of water,Whether its source is old, withered, or unknown.I become friends with those who dance on the fringes of life,fascinated by faint sounds,with submerged songs,In the forgotten places under the wind and dust.

I, who hate hesitation and fear,Now celebrate the gatesAnd I sing to you my favorite song"Let's sit down and float"

Sometimes the light destroys us, my friend.Lustful eyes dazzle us with brightness,Paradoxically, the darkness embraces us despite our different color.

We are really fond of things, believe me,We had to be all this darkness,So we really know who's seeing us.