Warrants,
brokerage, maturities,
bullish and bearish markets,
sharks, arbitration, overdarfts,
Euribor, Libor, Fibor, Mibor,
ruptures, risks, leverage,
and to make this wheel keep spinning,
the State Budget
on a brutal mismatch,
but please do not therefore deny
(the medication he needs)
our son,
who could not find accommodation
in his penultimate battlefield;
to finally all of us admit
that the man died as a planet.
Fever in Kabul
A man walks
sickly
under umbrella,
and the storm is Sandy,
according to CNN:
it is a time to come,
indeterminate;
it is Kabul,
in summer, maybe:
World Water Monopoly
flies (triumphant) this time
on its carpets
on, maybe,
neighboring Persia:
the Markets are not to take
to suddenly turn upward.
The dog and the arrow
A dog
is my dog,
and he sees towards me an arrow:
it departs swiftly,
through the white smocks,
reaching the arrow,
and it avoids him,
and he avoids the arrow.
A dog
is my dog,
and chases an arrow:
needle of worthy end
to a good man,
body of peace
and cruel field
of horizontal extermination
(desired sword
by the
wild bull itself,
which is the voice of its master).
A dog
is my dog,
and he forgets an arrow,
watering with his warm verb
to the touch,
like a dropper,
a harsh plateau,
barren:
other lives,
human and my own.
My dog
tries to regret an arrow,
and the dog is a whole life,
and in no life
I turn into an arrow.
My friend
chased an arrow,
and the arrow is beautiful.
