Silent spring

I wonder

if I haven't arrived

in that world

that no one has heard of...

I wonder

if it's spring

in this loveless square

or if I haven't arrived

in an orchard of crosses…

I wonder

what is with these moving circles

which turn into smaller and smaller points

and disappear into infinity…

I wonder

why doesn't anyone see

the spring anymore...

the spring,

that something

which just begins in the absurdity of the heart...