A small almond tree branch

in front of the window

a small branch that

can hide half of the village from you.

Eros, with its palm

can hide the whole world from you.

Only light remains.


Evening. Humidity. Let’s remove the mothballs from

the woolen things.

A star stirs your soul, slowly, sorrowfully,

like a woman’s hand, using a spoon, vaguely stirs

a cup of hot tea and dissolves a small

square piece of sugar.