Who told her

to veil the sun

with pervasive darkness?

She doesn't know anything

about the light hole

from where come the leaves

of the trees of incidents.

When I tell the stories of my prison or

the sagas of gallows,

the lips' buds blossom.

Contemplation falls on them like dew.

Shattering crystal was the victim of the notions

coming out of stone and

the symbol of the looted caravans

embracing their goals.