I have hallucinations about roofs falling on whole families, a car running over a child, a stray bullet hitting right into a heart… Those events show glaringly that we are mere objects. Nature has its unavoidable laws.

Light is blinding, is the enemy. Desiring desire: that’s when a body disintegrates, and contaminates every river it has ever known.

Lines of trees lining a dry land form a line of pilgrimage. There’s a beyond-ness to words.

Nothing matters besides the little town’s yearning to go to sea, to never return.

A cool summer’s breeze is different from a winter’s same temperature.

Night is a subtle rain, wetting body and soul.

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[Read in Night, published by Nightboat Books]

A passenger is boarding a ship. Let’s live before dying.

At times, an appetite for death creates a withdrawal into the nature of heat, turns the world into a blur.

A woman mourns her dead lover while everything buckles under her sorrow’s pressure. Her days are going to grow longer.

I can hear the night’s pulse. Divine will circulates around its edges. A precocious summer lies on a granite wall. The ocean is my land.

Disastrous are disasters. Paradise is such a lonely place that we are doomed, anyway. But at the meeting point of its rivers the horizon is always enlarged, the imagination, unleashed.

In the courtyard, the sun is scribbling shadows on the fading roses. I’m spending hours waiting for the next hour.

Love creates sand-storms and loosens reality’s building stones. Its feverish energy takes us into the heart of mountains. Sometimes, a frozen moon illuminates frozen fields.

There’s so much life around me, and I will have to leave.

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[Read in Night, published by Nightboat Books]