from Apparent Breviary
Gastón Fernández
5
I am right
Perhaps again
looking
I know the true peal is
on the lips. The strange
The dead
The seen
And to look is not possible.
And all the things I've done in the past have been
good.
The proof
the sun
45
Solitude is:
illustrious.
Descended from
name
of act
where there is only
what to do today
act,
name.
Delicate there:
air
thing which
hardens
in air
61
To divide the window is to see the same fog
the weight is the same, the parallel
interrogation, localizes, not divides,
on the contrary traverses the brow of he who looks at my
brow.
Parallelism.
Road.
In my place no one
moves.
Never once blood
always man. Never once blood,
the measure.
Sleep. A
strongbox. The
other. Man.
Always
one in those places
75
To not know
To wait for example
breast
Retain: the smallness infinite
of breath
of a lip or
that slow religion in the only physical
resistance:
in two weights,
(See.
how earth is the gesture
79
Ebbs
What is spontaneous. Walking
the past is ahead
a single time is now memory
two spaces one gesture
the eye
the book
the spontaneous does not arise in the
gaze in the blood. It dies
of effigies
I am right
Perhaps again
looking
I know the true peal is
on the lips. The strange
The dead
The seen
And to look is not possible.
And all the things I've done in the past have been
good.
The proof
the sun
45
Solitude is:
illustrious.
Descended from
name
of act
where there is only
what to do today
act,
name.
Delicate there:
air
thing which
hardens
in air
61
To divide the window is to see the same fog
the weight is the same, the parallel
interrogation, localizes, not divides,
on the contrary traverses the brow of he who looks at my
brow.
Parallelism.
Road.
In my place no one
moves.
Never once blood
always man. Never once blood,
the measure.
Sleep. A
strongbox. The
other. Man.
Always
one in those places
75
To not know
To wait for example
breast
Retain: the smallness infinite
of breath
of a lip or
that slow religion in the only physical
resistance:
in two weights,
(See.
how earth is the gesture
79
Ebbs
What is spontaneous. Walking
the past is ahead
a single time is now memory
two spaces one gesture
the eye
the book
the spontaneous does not arise in the
gaze in the blood. It dies
of effigies
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