No, no and no

Do not go to the cities of the bridges, pleasure and the ships Because the bridges are convex, The pleasure is a mine that floats over the water And the captain does not stop drinking alcohol And cursing the passers-by day and night. Do not wear -even for a joking matter- the bird’s wing Because the dawn is killed on the threshold of the house. Do not watch the film of tears, deprivation And the black mirrors Because you have seen it a thousand times Without understanding anything of it Or of its heavy tears. *

You spend your life meditating through Your prospects and your lost self, Do not speak with the sea after today Because it does not like speaking to the strangers, Although it is strange too. Do not trust the legend because it is the lie of history Nor the novel Because it is obsessed with those who have no names While they are falling from the wall of memory Or from the hotel's window. Do not trust the painting because it is a scribbling pain Nor the statue because it is a worship of the body. Finally, Do not praise the poem

Because it will end after a line from now, Without any meaning at all, Just repeating: No, no and no!

My poem swims and laughs

I will kindle a letter from a letter So I can keep being visionary all my life. *