In the building in front of mine,
a monetary toadstool
of the same family,
a poor maggot is nibbling
fibres of the Absolute:
a friend, and a poet!
hi, magnificent mind!
curve Arabian blade
ready to make steel flashes
upwards, where light is stronger!
perhaps rivers of plate
flow between us
giving a stench of poison,
but guys like we are
can walk free in the air
on bridges of poetry.