viernes, 8 de agosto de 2014
Little bells
Joël-Peter Witkin
"Woman once a Bird",Los Angeles, 1990.
My body has given
some faint pinpricks.
He says I'm connected
with the sensible things.
Sometimes I forget
how vulnerable I am,
the insignificance
of my steps on Earth.
So that, my body
vibrates his little bells.
I listen that shrill voice
of bronze when it hurts
in any nerve tissue of me.
The only way to not to feel
is not being alive.
So, pain is a reliable
proof to be alive.
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