The Mouth of Krishna (2016)

The Poetry of Whispers

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I found a crack
In my heart
Just there where blood flows


My Eyes

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Whisper something to me.
Wake me up slowly
From the heart of a deep sleep.
Call me

Next Awakening

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At night, in my slumber
when the mind becomes absent
when the paths are no longer righteousness
but deafening
with the inhuman cries and gestures
near the obscure animal’s hideout
don’t let go of my hand

The Sweet Kisses of Arsenic

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Suffocates the soul
to the sweet kisses of arsenic.

In the eternal night
embrace our paths with tormented destinies
when the perfume of the air
intertwines with love


Hanging time
when, by whispering, you talk to me
about little things you cherish
it’s so soothing…
All these scrumptious things in your mind
featuring a myriad of many-hued fish
so charmingly