First Lesson

Or Michelangelo`s fall in the knees

Oh ... 

Your shoulder 

Like a sweet smell ... 

Starting between

things 

like a shadow 

In another kind 

of floating ... 

I say: 

One and a Two 

Different from

one ... 

To your bones 

what so embrace 

the meat inside ... 

Your alabaster

Skins 

which gently caressing 

Touch the rain ... 

I say: 

A bird is 

Before Heaven, 

from air ... 

To all colors 

Of the world 

Foreign carved 

In the window 

Of your eyes ... 

And especially 

The last word 

In our silence ... 

I say: 

This is a completely 

and totally 

a different story ... 

Another before us 

like another desert 

From other kind of 

sand ... 

Loneliness is sound 

comfort us from voices

and air ...