Invisible

sometimes i dream of being invisible

slipping through the world

carrying

amphorae on my shoulders

on the right shoulder the water of death

to put back all the faces

of my humble existence

that never wanted

to ruffle

on the left shoulder the water of life

close to the heart ready to revive

one by one all the states

of bad and good of dear and longing

of enough

of scouring winds

called to scatter

the foolish indigo

naked soul

put into verse

without capitals