yes in a seductive jungle
I too would have liked to encounter the tiger
with a flower in its muzzle
yes I too would have liked
beneath the scourge of words
thoroughly confused and falsified
to find someone waving at me
from the crowd of skirts and soldiers
there are compressed spaces on maps
there are big houses with ominous windows like masks
there are old phonographs with horns that can swallow kilometers of silence
and I begin to detect violin bows cutting the way
for the minor failure that deliberately tries
to die au relanti
hey you gellu naum shouted at me you buried woman
then he shoved a handful of leaves down my throat
what a green agony just imagine
what a green agony