We do not Rattle
Yet, [I am] alone in your hair and lost
on the wind [of] time
[a tear] drops upon the awakening of pictures
still [we] do not rattle.
Alone in your distant past
with an improbable gesture
and gleaming like rain rolling
and time drops upon the center of the awakening
of bookshelves with their volumes.
[I am] one with your distant past
and in your hair
and [I am] lost in the things of a great storm.
In deepness [the storm] hovers
above your smile [that] spreads like rain
rolling and remote.
we do not rattle.
Words are flying all around
when those things of a great storm
in [an] inaudible adventure.
Yet, being one with your smile
[my heart] spreads like water
[as] you appeared to yourself
in the awakening of a great storm;
in [an] inaudible admission yet
being one with their volumes of your distant past.
One thing which is like rain rolling
and lost on the things of pictures
still [we] do not rattle.
Yet, alone in deepness, [our hearts] hover
above your smile [that] spreads like rain
rolling and lost
on the things of the awakening
of the awakening of a great storm
in the ocean. Loneliness receives
even if [what] we feel
is like stars that leave trails.
I am absolutely alone
in the ocean [of] loneliness
[that] receives the center of a great storm.
In the center of pictures [we] still
do not reach [out] upon the dust.
What we do not rattle [remains silent]
Yet, alone in time.
[My eye] drops upon the book shelves
with an imperious gesture
in the wind,
in the dust.
What we feel is like water.
You [long] to be in my eyes
[like the] stars that tremble
as reflected in [a profound] deepness
[that] hovers above your hair
in inaudible being
which would reveal yourself to you
on the book shelves with their volumes
with an improvised gesture
and in [an] inaudible loneliness
Yet, being one thing
which would reveal.
You appeared to yourself
on the same road [where] I have found nothing.
Dissolved in your distant past
with its volumes
which would reveal one thing [to] you.
[Being] appeared in [the] deepness
[that] hovers above your smile,
[that] spreads like stars that tremble
as reflected in the same road.
I am absolutely alone
on the same road [where] I have found nothing
dissolved in [the] inaudible ocean [of my being].
Yet, being one with your hair
and lost on the wind
and lost in the dust, we are
grasped by what we feel
like rain rolling and lost
on the awakening of the ocean.
[Our] loneliness receives the things
of the awakening of pictures [that]
do not reach our eyes.
We are grasped by
what we do not [ourselves] reach.
Upon those things of the great storm
in my eyes stars tremble
as they soar trembling
as reflected in my eyes.
Stars that leave trails
I am absolutely alone in my eyes
[where] stars tremble
[though] I have found nothing dissolved
that leaves trails.
I have found nothing
dissolved in the dust.
Yet, alone in things,
those things of a great storm
in your distant past
with an impetuous gesture
and remote words are grasped
in what we do not rattle.
Yet, alone in [the] inaudible
being one thing, which is like rain
rolling in the center of the ocean.
Even as we are grasped
by what we are,
when the ocean
by what we feel is like water
flying all around.
You appeared in the center of the ocean
[Your] loneliness receives the ocean,
[a] loneliness [that] receives the things of the book shelves.
with an impish gesture
even if we feel remote words are grasped
by what we do not rattle.
Yet, [we are] alone in [a] deepness [that] hovers above
your distant past [and its] volumes.
One thing which is like stars
that tremble as they soar
as reflected in the ocean,
we are grasped
by what we feel is like rain
rolling and lost on the wind.
In your hair and gleaming like water,
you to yourself in the center,
the center of pictures [that] still do not rattle.
Yet, [we are] alone in the wind of your distant past
with [its] volumes, with an improvised gesture
and in the ocean, even if we feel.
And on the bookshelves with an impossible gesture
and lost on the same road [where] I have found nothing,
dissolved in your distant past with an imperial gesture.
and gleaming like water you appeared to yourself
on the bookshelves
with your smile spread like stars
that leave trails in my eyes.
I have found nothing.
Dissolved stars that leave trails.
I am absolutely alone in your smile
[that] spreads like water.
You appeared to yourself
in the dust rolling and remote
words are flying all around
when the center of pictures
still do not rattle.
Alone on the bookshelves
with an impassioned gesture,
[you eyes] gleaming like stars
that I have found in the ocean.
Nothing dissolved.
Even if we do not reach
upon the bookshelves
with your smile spread in time,
upon the bookshelves with their volumes:
one thing which would reveal you to yourself
on the bookshelves with an impalpable gesture
lost on the dust.
We are flying all around.
We do not rattle.
Alone in the dust
we are grasped by
what we feel is like stars that tremble
as reflected in your smile
[that] spreads like gleaming water
in the awakening of a great storm.
Still, [we] do not rattle.
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So delicious and intriguing, wonderful
Beautiful.