Remember how in paradise you told me
You
were made for my eyes?
In
paradise the taste of sparkling Shiraz
Went
best with the flesh of your voice
You
would translate wind
Into
the monotonous days of paradise
There
were plenty of fronds
And
no cemeteries in paradise
It’s
official!
Paradise was boring
When
will we discover what
We
didn’t know in paradise?
O in the interminable days of paradise
We made authentic gestures to the perfect sky!
Our bodies ached from lying
Every
night on the cold stone of paradise
When
were we in paradise?
When
we were in paradise
The
sun distilled its blonde honey in your hair
Heh
heh heh
Paradise
made even the crow chuckle
What
By
the way
Is
there to complain about paradise?
Without
words the route to paradise
Abandoned
us
We
no longer knew
Where
to knock on the door of paradise
We
said may the thief’s hand never steal
The
horseshoe from the threshold of paradise!
We lost our place as if the book of our life
Belonged
really to paradise
When
did we make our history into hats
We
should have worn in paradise?
One
day suddenly before our brows
Was
a memory of paradise
Bursting
from the oak’s dream of paradise
A
lovely sudden leaf
Assaulted
our lonely sodden life
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