More moronic melancholia

1.
each day...
each day ..
is like a
nut
falling from a tree...
in between the air and u
the impenetrable silence
of an unknown fruit
and its strange symmetry

2.

Life as if had stopped somewhere in the dead afternoon
Now its evening....the last lights disappear.
The winter's sleep like a call from unaccustomed nature
Into the last recesses of earth...stoned and delirious..


plz watch the video...which i think is a far greater work of art than mine