Eternal Return poetry blossoms without an appointment without time commitment poetry sometimes delays even if it´s planted with a shovel, with a hoe poetry doesn´t always sprout even if it´s watered with too much water or wine poetry however always returns and it fills me with joy (Translated by the author) Outcrops current leakage? who knows? my heart has no voltmeter sudden? who knows? my trapeze has no tarp will it rain? who knows? my wish has no rehearsal rave? who knows? my sidewalk has no curb (Translated by the author) Nectary I make my abundant sap move around – just like a parenchyma grove (chromoplasts memories) and from my stem apex I give birth to the phloem, to the xylem and to the poem (Translated by the author) In The Coming Afternoon Let's be eternal, my dear, even in the fullness of our wrath. Enough of our ready-made speeches, we can´t s...