A turned-round portrait

"a man with a loop on his neck was standing lonely in front of my     window the crowd receded leaving the garbage the dried up angels of the dogs’ skeletons the car’s curtains drew open revealed ..."

"Whenever I sawYour soulIn the white snowLegsSpread for loveThe beggarly angelOf the fir treePicks by handfulsOur shadowsNo my GodKind of scaredThe sun is rising with the dullnessOf  Medusa’sChopped of..."

"the lift got awayagainthe clock set to the End of the Worldis tuning carelesslyApocalypsenot worse than the last hit of Metallicadescend My Godschism of the Late Autumnlet us haveat least foreversince..."

"…And here is the real El GrecoIn the eclipseOf the crowded hallThe figures resurrectingIn the madnessIts flamesThe colours throbbingWith bloodIn the cracks of the templeIn the heavensAmong angels dece..."

"everybody went awaynobody stayedto kiss the handthrust ina  handful of Earthinto the eyeswas left under the skywhich wasn’t left so muchanymorecrossed my handsran out    a cat was    eating up a dov..."

"I Having the Hamlet’s skull Placed on your shoulders Don’t pretend To renounce whatever There will be a time To collect stones But not To make love Nor in a stupefied dream ‘Cause the Skull Can see II..."