THE DETENTION OF TIME

I

YELLOW BLOSSOMS GARNISHED THE PAST,

IMPRESSED ON BLIND ALLEYS OF STONES,

AUTUMNAL LADIES OF LONG LACK COSTUMES WEARED,

ELEGANT GENTLEMAN, ON DARK ATTIRES AND HATS,

AT ONE AND A QUARTER, STOP THE BIG WATCH TIRED,

LEAVING THE COLD BREZE,

BETWEEN A DRAGO, AND A PALM TREE SMILE ASIDE,

WIDE STEM TREE, COLD MORNING WITHOUT PIGEONS,

NO BIRDS, BUTTERFLIES…NO VERBS,

NO FLUTTERS, NO FLIES,

JUST THE SILENT OLD MAN, HIDDEN BY THE DOUBTS,

REMEMBRANCES OF THE PAST,

THE SORROWS AND THE DEATHS, SATURATED THE SURROUNDINGS,

GHOSTS IN SADLY HOUSES, WITH NO LEGACIES, NO MEMORIES,

OF THREE THOUSAND ABSENT SONS,

PHONE RANG THE EXPECTED CALL,

COLD STREET OF ECHOS, NO MOANS,

NO ADVISES, NO HELPS…,

JUST WAITING.

DEAD YEARS OF BATTLES IN SILENCE,

STILL WRITING ON THE CALM, AFTER THE CALL OF THE DEAD,

SAW HIS GHOST IN THE WINDOW,

OF GRAY ALL HE DRESSED, HIS MISERIES, HIS TORMENTS,

BRIMSTONE SMELL AND DUNG,

LISTEN TO THEM!,...WHOM?,

THREE MUTE BUSTS BY THE SILENCE OF THE STONES,

DARKLY MORNING JUST AROSE, OF HEAVY STEPS,

AFTER THE LOST WORM, OF HUNDRED OF QUIET WORDS,

FULL OF STORIES, THOUSAND HEADS SLEEPING,

CARRYING THEIR DEAD WEIGHTS,

WITH NO HEADS IN THE CLINE,

THE DOOR, THE CRYSTAL ONE, REFLECTIONS OF THE LIFES,

LONG LINES WAITING, BY THE CONCERT OF THE NEEDLES,

WITHOUT VIOLINS OR CARNATIONS,

PENETRATE AND PUSH, WATCH THE FLOW OF THE BLOOD,,

OF A THICK AND HEAVY RED,

HIDDEN IN THE TUBES OF THE SURPRISES,

ERASING NERVOUS ENLIVENS,

WRITING REGRETS AND NEW SORROWS,

DO NOT COUNTING SWEET WORDS,

TO RELIEF WHAT I FELT,

GOT STOP THE OLDLY WATCH, JUST AS MINE INSIDE,

WITH THE DRAGO, THE PALM TREE,

WITH THE GHOSTS… AND ITS TIME.