jueves, 5 de junio de 2014


Painting of Leo Ornstein by Leon Kroll; 1918

The white piano key I played

while the red halite of my mouth

died beside the sunset...

still sounds far away.

The black piano key is cracked

as my childhood, and I can´t remember

the sound of my own voice

when a pure and sacred music

graciously ran into my head.

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