The animals were imperfect, long-tailed, unfortunate in cabeza.Poco
little they
composing,
becoming a landscape, acquiring
lunar
grace flight.
The cat, only
cat appeared complete and proud
:
born completely finished,
walking alone and knowing what
want.
The man wants to be
fish and bird, the snake would
have wings,
the dog is a lion
disoriented,
the engineer wants to be
poet, the fly studies
to swallow,
the poet tries to imitate the
fly, but the cat
only to be cat and every cat is cat
from whiskers to tail, from hunches to
live rat, from night to his golden eyes
.
No unit
like him
no moon nor flortal context:
is one thing
as the sun or a topaz, and the elastic
} ica line in your contour
Girma and subtle like
line on the bow of a ship
.
His yellow eyes have a single slot
to throw coins
night.
O little emperor without globe
,
conqueror without country, tiny tiger
games, bridal
sultan of the sky of erotic tiles,
you claim when you spend
and backside
four delicate feet on the ground, smelling
,
distrust of all land,
because everything is filthy
for the immaculate foot
the cat.
O independent beast
house, arrogant
vestige of the night,
lazy, gymnastic and alien
,
profound cat, secret police
rooms,
a
lost velvet,
surely there enigma to your manner, perhaps
are not a mystery,
everyone knows you and you belong to
least mysterious inhabitant, perhaps
everyone believes, everyone believes
owners, owners
, uncles
cats, companions,
colleagues, disciples and friends
of your cat.
I do not.
I do not subscribe.
I do not know the cat.
I know everything, life and its archipelago
,
the sea and the city
incalculable,
botany, the harem with their
loss, and the for less than
mathematical
volcanic funnels
the world, shell
crocodile, the goodness of
ignored firefighter, the blue atavism of
priest
but I can not decipher a
cat.
My reason slipped in
indifference, their eyes have
gold numbers.
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