FROM SONG OF THE TASK
I have spent the entire night
under the birds
Where is the pain?
At the end of the white bird that lurches into
me
Don’t make noise
If you breathe, you will move its wings
Separate yourself without eating
Your stomach is full of sleeping angels
Can you hear how much water you have in the heart?
Hurry
The dead are gone already
Lay out the tablecloth and invite
It’s good that it be known
I scream while I sleep
I have spent the entire night under the birds
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If he is an angel he lives in a tree
He asks me to not turn out the light
He asks me to look at him naked
He says he loves me with his mouth closed
(I want to bathe him in the river)
If he is an angel he is nervous
Life falls from his hands
He doesn’t want to come to my house
He knows the solitude of beauty
(I haven’t been able to erase his smell from
my door)
He has sky under his eyelids
He loses weight on top of me
If he is an angel he is nervous
My body falls from his hands
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If you’re afraid of roses
Fill the garden with prayers
(It will be useless, you won't be able to save
yourself)
Who said they don’t have lips?
They kiss us from head to toe without using their
tongues
High heights
High heights
And one single heart: good flesh, bad flesh
Roses are swords
Fill the garden with prayers
Roses are good
(They sing slowly, slowly)
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I have wanted to learn how to sing, I have always wanted
And I’ve said so to my sisters
I’ve told them to listen to me
I’ve told them to let me know I sing
I’ve told them not to kiss me on the mouth while
I sing
Not to invite anyone to hear me
I have wanted to learn how to sing, I have always
wanted
I don’t know why they don’t hear me
If I know the voice is called with the hand
If I won’t enter anyone’s sky
If I won’t drink the water of others
The song is good
And one does not forget being sad
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