Bruxelas - Bélgica
I love the missing parts in a book.
What is lost petitions mobility.
White omissions on probation
follow the proceedings of perpetual
onions in a garden close
to the edge of paper mornings.
Doubt born from lack of sleep
performed a dance so slow
words disintegrated as foliage.
They make these pages change
of colour till the the scars of memory
fade away in a kiss called sentence
dark.
(from "The forest pledged my shadow!")