My language is vibrant color and line.

End of the Hunt - Testimony

the wolf.
the fleeing doe.
the wolf's breath.
the doe's breaking eye
when he bends over her.

the doe's easy, wide leaps.
the wolf's heavy jumps, powerful, far-reaching.
Mighty.

Through the woods, through, through,
scratches his face.

does not feel the pain.
all senses at the hunt.
Driving hunt. Deathly hunt.
Deathly night.

The breaking legs.
the beautiful, fragile legs.
who know the grass, the prairies,
easily going through, without a SIGN.

He who found her sign.

And the hunt is in his woods.
His woods, dark, green.
Emerald.
Still-standing.
Dangerous.

The attraction of danger.
The beauty of death.
The longing, the longing.

His kingdom: Kingdom of Death.
And she: daring to enter,
strong in believing the light,
the light of her eyes,
stronger than his darkness.

And he looks into her eyes
for one moment.

The daring allure.
The boldness.
The courage to die.

Shakes back.
Flees.
Turns the eye,
runs, runs back to her light.
to her home.

But his image
sticks like an arrow in her flesh.
Spoils her vision,
her conviction
about direction.

And so he forces her into his
kingdom,
to flee on a ground
that is not hers,
resisting, hindering her leaps.

His kingdom,
where every step is his.

And he already knows
that she runs, and runs
until she breaks

in his arms.

When he bends over her,
his teeth in her flesh,
in her throat,
still breathing
and he bits,
still wincing
and revolting
under his weight
but victory
is already his.

The end of the hunt,
Her BLOOD on his SNOW.
His ice. Her warm, pulsing blood.

END OF THE HUNT
WHAT REMAINS IS: RED-COLOURED BLOOD.
TESTIMONY

(Three paintings in oil, New York, 1994)

INVISIBLE ROSES

If you approach a rose-leaf
closely
like: through a microscope,

the red of the rose
turns dark,
insince the pores
through the shadow
where no light enters.

A rose
seen like this
doesn't look like a rose
(eventhough it's bigger).

Closely approached
it looks
strange,
un-familiar.

In-recognizable.
Closely approached
the rose gets
INVISIBLE.

INVISIBLE ROSES II (Rome)

In a place
more south than ROME,
Naples, or so,
a man buys his wife
on a market
(because he wants to have
beautiful kids),
and her man
to serve him.
And her.

And never touch her.

And she never him.
Cause she knows
it would mean
their both death.

So she resists
and sends her love
invisible roses.

(1993/94 (?))

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