From where reality fixed far alone breathes beyond the instant breathes in that distant point of your lips where the search breaks suspended in the threads of the mirrors the understanding is torn tacitly beautiful between them human agreement noble love without damage what is this that leaves us blank What is almost nothing almost sweet mouth opens lips surprised like a wounded mirror says: I would like to take your body as a blade of grass is reborn beginning of the smell where field you are where stones breathe until the end of the shadows