Titles About Body Disorders

mud

There are silences

living things bloom and blossom in the lives.


through the streets you know and do not run;

reside in the secret of the moon and between the branches of the mulberry becomes
smell. There are silences


covering the nights
leaving uncovered only the sides.


remain in God's footsteps echo in the silence, where everything takes us back

as drawn from the same speech, the genesis of a day


where a woman kneeling on time, on dry ground crying



has created an offshoot of mud.



Beatrice Niccolai