Inside the church

Miniature figures
imitation of lock holes in the distance
human like
small though...

I remembered their flesh stiff
shade by a glamorous night
there was the empty building
church like
no more for some
a castle for others
ruined I will say,

She stood for long time
full of live ashamed of her beauty
and stare at the out space
I know she did
as I was able to smell the sea shore
her eyes
paths of my simulated memories
and the sudden stomp of...

The light changed and this sunset
ever stoping again and again
continues imitating the fireplace of the cosmos,

He took her
splashing the stars all over her future
leaving her there
after the picnic
over concrete grass
from here looks hard and cold
She stood quiet again
Waiting
Submissive
Confident !
Strongly and full of love
He stare from the Cliff
and sadly in his destiny
He did not wave Good Bye,

Their figures remind in me
small and heavy
dark and shiny
I think they come from deep inside my soil
They smell like a metal freshly spoon from earth.
by The Shortfellow
"The memories after Saul Ulerio performance at Judson Church on a spring monday 2013"
12/06/13