CLAUDIO WILLER

from POEMS TO BE READ ALOUD

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our habits delicate and wicked
our games kind of delinquential, kind of philosophical
our pleasures intimate and rare
memory-shot talks
gestures gradually melting
into the plenitude of family nudity
as we kept on changing
into the pulsating crepuscular characters
of our narratives
circled by a living silence, a throbbing time
riding through the night
to nowhere
in the daytime
we were simple mortals

* translated by Henrik Aeshna