❝ In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
Pablo Neruda
❝ In the wave-strike over unquiet stones
the uncommunicativeness
fabricated the alphabet of silence
composing words from sounds
combined with mine and yours
plasticized in inverted commas
because a title can be dotted;
the scheme of words gets to you
kissing your lips haunted
in the nuance of a flirt
with the murmur of a thought
in the anticipation of responses
to the questions of my soul
palpitating in the syllables which
if can’t be read can be heard
in any language written on staves
created by your secret echo
at a side of the world with suspires
susurrated in the mirror of the sky
tinted passionately in eu quero
— Max Berlin —
in a way known only by me and you,
we gonna love each other until
the end of the world and then…
forever after, we’ll build another one,
identical with your soul and mine…
to resist till the end of time… uh“`¿?
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
The First Evening
[première soirée]
[performer · Eric Ruf]