All those sins
I am trying to forget,
piled on my back
growing as mountain

Now I am
a snail
slow, slow and slow

*

Time is changing
I look at the mirror

The Calendar is
only an echo of figures

*

Embracing the umbilical cord
I want to sleep
in the womb
of eternity

So?
should I pass again through
pangs of pains?

*

Every one in search of
a flute
to entice
all the rats

Chinese astrology
says
this is the year of the rat

*

I offer my karma
to astrologers
now they tell me
all about my
eating, drinking and sleeping

where is my upper part
above the neck?

*

marmalade in golden jar
time is making it thick
spoonful
rolls on my tongue

I savour it
as your memory.

*

if this door disappears
we will be in front of
each other again

is this a TIME?

*

the whip is sharp
the marks are painful

he came to me
with a soft touch
pain gone

is this Time?