Whispers
A languid source
dozing long grass
midday dreamer
Elpis
I sometimes happen
to lose my way in the woods
without knowing why
There, while we’re gone
On reason’s edge
bask our emotions,
our last thrills
Amnesia
Ghosts and chimeras
all these crumbs in the universe
fleeting memory
Yaran
Saying hardly nothing
ang knowing almost nothing.
Worse, wanting nothing
Mishap
Nowhere land
well sheltered from coincidences
gentleness of a look
Tumult
Twist of fate
our stowaways
get lost along the way
