Between what I see and what I say,--- Between what I say and what I keep silent, --- Between what I keep silent and what I dream, --- Between what I dream and what I forget...
Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't touched.
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