Hands aged ahead of you
Pearls of water in the side not reached by the moon
Your other face
as peaceful as your own arm

How naïve can it be? – in a balloon
This Arabic yell – the silence

Then you got to the margin
And surrounded by water and sky
Asked where to leave your memories

Say: in the horizons of a bed you found your dreams

Shake them, shake them
The neighbour’s field occupied

Filling with gas the heart

ching

She painted her body and showed to 10 turtles

The body followed the sun to succumb
simply ink
Forgotten all the names

The lady-boat, an eternal vacant of the forgotten seas
writes her name
Heavily
– breathes freezing water
A rain of whales to fill her hands

All to find an unmoving word . . . to set forth 
Tourmaline-made 
Cables of jade