From Being Here

Eternity

Surgical ward
Previous generations
Surgery table
Swords
Horses
Minarets…

And here we are
On the same table
-As it has been always-
Naked
With eternity.

The forgotten house

Under the sun
Words pass…
Remote words,
-of dead people-
whom time no more touches their foreheads.

No night, there is
No sun…
We come, circulate, and leave,
And the sun gazes,
Behind the years' ways,
At a forgotten house
Where words come
And don't leave.

 

(2008)