The Shape

Poetry in translation.

Home of the Shape

We will go far away
To nowhere
To conquer
To fertilize
Until we become tired
Then we will stop
And there will be our home


Anti-Shape

The shape looks for its opposite
But the opposite hides

The shape feels it
But doesn’t see it

The opposite is its mother
That’s why she hides her face


Almighty Shape

One hand I extend into myself
The other toward others

Both are the extended
Hands of the Almighty Shape

My secret is simple
All secrets are simple


The Shape and a Smile

I recreate myself
That is my only power

In search of a smile—
A smile is light

I enjoy it when the world smiles
The more smiles, the warmer I am

I smile
Because others are cold too


The Shape and Warmth

Insufficient to himself only
By himself he warms others up

Searching for a smile
He avoids the spent shapes


The Shape’s Speech

Until the end of his journey
Movement will be his story

One of the stories is the light
Passing from story to story

He stops only
When he gets tired of them all


Father and Son

You ask how it is possible
To be your own father and son

You should seek answers
Although it is better to anticipate some
To be the light and dream


The Cloud and the Shape

The cloud is the first shape
He expands and compresses at the same time

He retorts his desire into the multitude
Smiling as he swallows himself up