The Afternoon Shakes Its Mane,
Be Still, Light Burns Between The Lips
But How To Make It Last
From Where Do They Come?
The Hand, The Promised Land
Here I Listen To The Work Of Autumn:
Here You Have Me, Sun's Accessory
Hesitant, The Fingers Now Are Getting Lost,
How Can One Sleep,
I Brought My Hands Up To My Eyes To See
I Dwell Now In The Eyes Of Children
I Find My Friends With Ease;
I Know Where Wheat Illuminates The Mouth.
I Loved Those Places
I Saw Those Walls Crumble
In The End They Wree More Than Four,
In Those Places,
It Doesn't Startle Me If An Arm Of The River
It Is When The Rain Falls, It Is When
It Was As If They Had Exposed Him Naked
It's Raining, This Is The Desert, The Fire's Gone Out
Look, I Don't Even Know About My Fingers Anymore,
Morning Stopped Still
Now Leave The Stage In Your Own Way,
Of Course You Want Them, Those Bodies
Once Again The Courtyard Glazed With Morning
See How One Slowly Dies
September: What A Good Place
Slowly, The Body Learns
A Smile.
Solar Matter: 20
Solar Matter: 21
Solar Matter: 22
The Sun,
That's What You Want, That Through The Narrow
There Was
They Hurt Me, The Stars,
This Country Is An Exasperated Body,
This Sun, Have I Already Said This,
Through A June Morning, That's How I Would Go
To Touch Your Skin,
To Turn A Gaze Into A Perfect Blade,
Two Solar Matters: 1
We Were Sleeping Naked
What Breathes In You Are Your Eyes,
What Did You Do With The Words?
What Remains Of Autumn's Amorous
You Are Where My Gaze Begins
You Could Teach The Hand, Perhaps
You Knew Summer By Its Fragrance
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