Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, December, 2020

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Taifas Literary Magazine No. 6, 2020, December
Mihai Katin
Romania
In the agora no philosopher
He doesn't want a spokesman anymore,
The crowd perorates under the sign of atrocity
Of the balance on which the lamb's heart is
lighter
Than the flesh of the clouds taken out of the
brine
The snows are guillotined to the beat of the big
drum,
Your story with the
Christmas tree still hurts
What sells its ornament
and injects itself into the
polish?
Chew a little love and
don't forget
Wipe your mouth
The smile of gourmand
fear,
Death among us seeks its
mistresses or slaves
Holding the fanfare on your shoulders,
Beyond the pride of happiness you discover
the station where
The train is coming
With mother-of-pearl wheels and a shout of
bones.
Unfortunate people, get out of the houses
And do it with a handkerchief, learn how to
say:
Goodbye world!
Goodbye memories and festive shadows!
The inner street
We were each given a street,
One marching band should not hurt us too
much
When the angels leave us and we are left
without winter wings,
We step on the ice of goodbye words and
suddenly forget
What is the name of the street on which
Sometimes our sleep is hidden,
Our loneliness is snowing
And that song floods us with tears
In which love
Like a bell looking out the
windows
Knowing that no
labyrinth is deserted,
We run through it without
asking if it pays
At the exit,
Without being surprised
That everyone was given
the right sidewalk,
On the other, death turns
on the lights and
extinguishes a loneliness
What can no longer fit between a thousand walls!
Don't be afraid!
Sleepwalkers are running around here
And no one pulls Ariadne's thread,
It's all about not finding out yet
In which
We can walk on the streets flowers,
mountains, birds or songs,
Then despair, one by one,
We'll look for it tomorrow,
We're going to stir up memories
Afraid of our memories,
Because no,
We can't even spell
Interior street name ...
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ISSN 2458-0198 – ISSN-L 2458-0198