(You have tattooed the dawn with a wingstroke and the sorrow with the
gazelles' hazy shadows and stepped into the darkness)
with a melancholy melody
incense
and
her transparent presence
I open this night
and slip in the poetry's enchanted garden
crossing the ash_arch
and
lying down in the first shadow
who has taken away the hand of my wound
which happiness has flowed
I who was lost among the surfaces
among
the blood and the shadows
among
the horses' extreme meaning
and
the gazelle which fell asleep in my night
all this blue night is mine
all this hazy sorrow is mine
and
all this cold fire which the body drips is mine
we enter together in this night
we go for the last or first time
we go as we are
a burning tree
and
an ash_bird