Caen
heavens opened on us In Centenary Square
sounds echo of old steamers stranded In places where time
Parade as a train slowly
We
glow too old blind
And we do not realize
From the sound of new pipes
people who come to streets and muscles as worms
oil Extended
Vacuum debunks miracles possible images
Lift Eyelid
cold spectrally carmine stained carpets
remember those thighs thin wire
dancing between the sheets wound
Agito my lips
desolate
Shreds Meat Meat
twists dotted Paredes
beer talk of clothes hanging from nails
that break on the asphalt
is winter in theaters and in your eyes
And life goes on as usual
Burning like ice
