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If I was an octopus: I'd use the pocket with my own night any time:
                                       
and if I was a garden snail: I'd learn to undresses Alia with my eyes:
and if I was one of your horses: I would get lost with her in the Sargasso Forest:
please: entangle us in your curls:
please: turn us into cuttlefish:
learn our skin to change color and pattern:
we will merge together

I want to spill myself
You and I are the same density - I have to dilute myself since birth:
so that I don't forget: where I came from:
and you oversees it personally: you listens from the other side of cups: 
I want to evaporate for a while
and to rain somewhere in the mountains into strands
and enjoy the pleasure of not hesitating at crossroad and go through all three ways simultaneously

If you really are the mother: maybe you'll have soon your own poet: who will bring you font:
the light alphabet made of bubbles and wavy lines
- after all: many here are speaking in some kind of incomprehensible melodic language:

But you probably already have everything:

because since time immemorial:
                      we have been wasting words:
                                      about immensity:
                                               about colors:
                                                   and the impression you always make:
                                                                         and about all that variety..
                                                                                  while fish read from each other's lips for millions of years already: this - oh -