Rodriguez Silvio
Causes and Chances
Finding of the Stones
The world enters through the door
with a thousand flavors that I cannot remember.
How what I see has grown:
The old noises are no longer useful for talking.
I already discovered elevators,
cinemas and buildings,
the matchbox and the airplane;
and other things that I know well,
that when I was a child I didn't know how to observe
(then I didn't need to:
games are always enough
to understand).
I grew up as even as a sky
full of objects that shone with the sun,
like living in front of a mirror
and not knowing it until I touch myself and see myself.
And everything grows in each book,
in every tape, in every story
in every view around.
And it is painful to learn to live:
everything desecrates vital attention.
There are so many lights in the room
so many people calling us
that we don't hear anything.
This piece of history
is brave to see and rest on.
It seems that it is definitive
it Break everything and everything starts again.

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