Night Laundry

You'll see, you'll reach 32 poems.

Just hang out the night's laundry.
"And after we wondered if it was the eyes that were closing or the light that was diminishing, with blurred eyes and wet hands, in the sea with one purpose – marble statues
"We arrived."

Painful memories, unsatisfied loves, denials, disappointments, traumas and every wound pave the way there.

You ask how:
"By losing our memory, we found lost time. ...
"From statues we became children and the dawn broke."

The night's laundry has white sheets spread out, to the sound of blue birds, on the madman's veranda, watching free shows and seeing miracles on the corner, jesters, summer hangers in the Colosseum, in the clubs, in Brussels, in Luxembourg and beyond. Mainly in the back back. It dawns with jokes, definitions, an Odyssey and the realization that I don't keep my vows to them.

-Why;
-Why, I stole mom!

—Purification.