Original poem by Daniela Marin: Brayed rails your mirrors glide in vain A synchronicity of pains eluding wheels of stones about love your mirrors blindly walk on rusty trails an always picture of your life your mirrors decompose innumerable paints exposed on every silently-walked step on cobblestones the ancient rocks beneath your soles the pavement's insulated clock the clock of dying while alive Your love is killed in every silent rock. Should I be tasting your inner feast or rainy waves of green and blue, Buried alive, sunk in my eyes, still fighting, yes, against the brute should I prefer effervescence to heavy liquids of abyss the flame inside the stony heart your endless thoughts dismiss when the silenced mirror breaks in outward light reveals your margins and their grief I know I cannot fight the beasts you feed, not with my arms, nor with my eyes I know your insulated spirit cries. I shouldn't taste your lies. A misty gap between the chambers of your heart A left up to the righteous sigh, a right down to the left behind clenched atoms blurring your vision, the matter of your sounding mind, on steps displaced from time of walking mirrors passing by your rusty veins of life. Awaiting for the blade to glide on skin- so wrinkled by synchronic moves, in groups of thought synchronic dots collide on screen the shuddered patterns of refraction on concave forget-me-not sensation carved in my insulated mirrored life; in senseless time I wait. How many times can I be killed with love?
