Ode to the blossoming cherry

Yes, he is right,

you are a feminine tree

(it’s so useless

to start listing


everybody understands

what feminine means)


I squeeze the rays of my eyes

through your adorned branches

(I am struck by the milky

colorless sky,

it hurts this inappropriate setting,

has the color of



Avid, I breathe through my nose

the cocaine of your delicate smell



nothing passes

the crust of my aging



I close my eyes,

waiting for the promised silence


where is the peace

that comes


with beauty?)


Another time,

whispers the voice inside me

(ha ha

you think I don’t know

that their splendor

only lasts

two days?)

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