Daily Glory
[the ugly translation to my earlier post]
Daily Glory
a perfectly timed desire
came to me this morning.
what else could one want
but an immortal desire
with a sensation without pace.
I defer to a bath of grays,
I hang on to a cup of coffee
and I direct my body towards a sun
that sings in yellows and reds
and happily smiles.
it plucks me and levitates me.
i sense it taking me to Paris.
beside me an emotion with passion
challenging me, accumulated,
telephoning the world:
I am the sound of your voice.
here comes twelve o’clock
and i cannot find … Continue Reading