Back to Firpo - English translations
What is closed
isn't open -
count the sand
and you will find
the irreducible
island
- the island where thought
turns into sand,
an island
without water,
the island each of us
carries within us
like a palanquin
a painter - Gauguin! -
might parade
through all the sandy beaches
of the mind
story of the beautiful
this nakedness
in a clothed
universe
this
nakedness of the mind
this
open tomb
that sets us
free of our nakedness and saves
the horizontality
of our sight, anticipating
the storm falling
on one single
naked word
the word we will never
ever find
the storm reduces
everything to chaos
but the baptised
soul is made
anew - a man
might drown
in beauty
setting us free
in words
from words
and teaching us to live
in Rimbaud's
drunken boat