The Clown

... And to say goodbye to the year I leave you my last job. I hope it entertains you.

I would like 

to be a clown

making laugh my soul

my soul

Stop painting 


with closed eyes

To be smoke

of a cigarette 

that you light, inhale, expel

Smoke and breath 

dissipating at the same time

smoke and breath

I would like 

to paint my face in white 

deleting time 

put on my lips 

a smile

and a tear sleeping 

in my eyes

I would like

to be the silence in a temple

the thought that transfuses me

the fruit and the tree

water for me

a word that portrays a way 

hidden in the mist



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