Tell Me Again that Love Is a Rebellious Bird
I'm back in the letter a national aviary sent
and you're not here.
In the letter is a real house where
love cannot be pictured, it must be the logic
why inside a badly painted man is painting a landscape.
In the landscape, in that very captivity
of artistic hell I don't have any means to see
a completion, which is a brutal reason for me to stand
and wait. I'm here and nothing is ending.
Nobody speaks. Nobody dies.
By B.B.P. HosmilloQLRS Vol. 15 No. 2 Apr 2016