At the wheel…

  …of a Chevrolet on the road to Sintra, Through moonlight and dreams, on the deserted road, I drive alone, drive almost slowly, and it almost Seems to me, or I almost force myself to think it seems, That I’m going down another road, another dream, another world, That I’m going on without having left … More At the wheel…

A haze

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. I’m wrapped by it As by a fog, and I see The final star shining Above the stub in my ashtray. I smoked my life. How uncertain All I saw or … More A haze