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and around her nipple; then quite unexpectedly he squeezed her
right nipple a bit, enough to make her squirm of pain and desire.
Suddenly his face darkened, he had the sensation of defeat;
he was losing something he had considered his and only his:
Mary’s body disturbed his mind; was he truly never to enjoy it
again? His eyebrows almost joined creating a deep concern on
the upper part of his face. He stopped arousing her with his hand
and turning he looked deep in Gladys’ eyes.
“What’s going on between them?” He asked.
Sister Gladys was taken aback, her face tightened, why the
image of Mary had to suddenly got between them, she wondered,
but after a thoughtful moment she replied.
“Nothing serious as far as I know.”
“They sure looked serious to me.”
“Just forget of them, ok? They are young and they deserve
to have an interest in one another,” Gladys said to him.
“Somehow I felt that Mary wouldn’t be a good fit in the
School. She is so” he hesitated to use any word, “so pure,” he
added.
“Pure? Ha, what purity did you find in her? Believe me
she can choke the rabbit as they saying goes,” Sister Gladys said
spitefully.
“You think they have slept together?” His insistence irritated
Sister Gladys.
“Stop talking about her, ok?”
Suddenly his face brightened again as if the half-moon
shone a special joyous glint on him taking away the paleness and
leaving behind a light gleam and a smile on his lips.
“Yes, let us play our game, come, come Gladys,” he said
and got up. He took a table napkin from her drawer, folded it,
made a blindfold and tightened it around her eyes.

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The Lift Operator

And he has a silent deceitfulness in his goodness; he
waits until the light gets tired in its width, to lean and
disclose his secret,
which he will make his, like he did with the secret
of the shadow and its root, of the water and the stone.
Then, embarrassed, he stops in front of the kiosk
of the crippled man to buy a newspaper and insists
to read it with such naturalness, trying to wedge
himself between the opposing titles or between
the fine printed letters that run like ants, poke holes in
and nest in the newspaper as if it is their earth homes.
However, a bird winks at him, and he responds,
a stray dog wags its tail in front of him,
a green leaf shows all its veins to him, and
he smiles

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…this song somehow produces sadness
to the person who reads it
and to the one who hears it
though we never hid it from anyone:
if the most beautiful songs
are naturally the saddest
songs written
for the moons
exception of the rule,
write it down,
are the songs written
close to a cataract
and others sung
on a sinking ship
while the siren with the dishevelled
hair accompanies it
and others sang
by a Kore with a harp
under the plucked statue
of an old goddess
and flooded
by the moons
close the blinds and listen to the passerby
the steps you hear
is the rising moon
think of the sea and go to sleep
think of lust and wake up
undo her hair
and flood it
with moons…

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