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Thousand and one day


I L are days when the blue sky is heavy,
where time vacillates between shades of gray and red reverberations,
where words are intruders
where seconds are centuries and millennia are the minutes.

It is one of those days where silence means Dire
where words are punishment and sentences are tyrant
where the entanglement of verbs is hanging
where the mixing of names is bruising

There are days when Moving Motionless means
where gestures are dull
where reshuffle no longer flashes when
concussion of the skin are the only witnesses of breath that lasts

There are days when the sky is indented thousand wrinkles
where the scent of jasmine perfume seems more
where the horizon is uncertain fate of the derailment patched
where life despite her wins in bonhomie and debonair is

There are days when infants are fifties
where children are born with wrinkles
the fronts where the issue of deliveries made put the world pieces of bread

There are days when good intentions feel the tear lies
which flourish in the joys betrayals
resign when the crime involves a conspiracy of another

There are days when mean Disappear ... Being as the rising hope day at bedtime the night