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III. Tardy

I wanted to write more than ever, I lost the look of the muses, I lost in the wilderness, in the vast nothing ... I thought I could write better, I got entangled in the thorny words, I hurt, I cut ... Time, sensitive word that always escapes, the calendar days are fading slowly but surely ... The train goes once or twice a day, from the outside always, only the wind speed left on my face, and nothing else, perhaps leaving from germinating thoughts again ... We hear some trumpets, piano solitude draws invisible ... And everything is without title, without labels or letters, between existence and nonexistence, still life and living death.