1.到达我们裸体在c的谜ostumes as in the false myths we have been forced to memorize and there is a mistake in your eyes. We are not aware that at last the last official has arrived. Since the sky is false I tell you falsely of my absence of feelings. And you stand there staring down counting the toes that peek from out beneath the hem of your theatrical robe. 2. The Melancholy of an Afternoon The two of us make love in the form of identical vegetables, in shade, oblivious to noise and vanishing parades, oblivious to flags or that which tries to harm us from the top of the industrial tower. 3. A Grand Tour A mistake. It is a tower and not a tour that does not crumble. And we will make arrangements now to take a guided tour of this tower and soon find out that there are no stairs and when you get to the top there is no view. 4. Departure of a Friend I see you lying on a candy-striped towel face-down, reading a book of small pictures, a book about Michelangelo. Goodbye. But the time is wrong. We discover that the train has already left. It is a false goodbye. Our shadows become one long shadow that touches a pool. Why is it that the railroad station is at times so quiet? So empty? 5. Nostalgia for the Infinite I will miss your loose-leaf notebooks and your figs. I will miss your calculated mistakes and the pictures you sometimes liked to take. We are still saying goodbye. Same time. Same light. Same railroad station. Are you about to enter this different tower? Are you about to become another? A railroad engineer or a policeman? Are you about to vanish? 6. Love Song O how I have loved you, O great and classical world, the way a child loves his father; but now the time has come to escape your betrayal. Only the geometry of a green sphere. Only the surgery upon a puff of smoke can save us from more primitive forms of this industrial sadness! 7. Mystery and Melancholy of a Street At that time of day when guardian angels have retired for the day, as a small girl with a hoop, I am menaced by the shadow of a guardian angel. My substance is of shadow. I let this angel follow me into the bowels of an empty moving van; I am raped by the sun. I take off my shoes. I wipe the sweat from his brow with the hem of my Communion dress. 8. The Enigma of Fate One move of the invisible queen, one shout from the top of the stack, one hand for the future, and the spilling of seed. One road through the labyrinth, one turn to the left, and the spilling of seed. 9. Melancholy of an Autumn Afternoon We are still saying goodbye. 10. The Naval Barracks At an early age, I was expelled from the Naval Academy. How well I remember those long Euclidian walks into the sunset at the end of a geometrical day. Accumulations! Neat debris! The magic of an ammunition dump! The false perspective of my souvenirs returns to haunt me. Patient arrangements of frustrations. Private mottos. Public demonstrations of the insatiable and the obvious! 11. Purity of a Dream The purity of my dream can only be maintained at the expense of the present. I make a billboard in celebration of our new found spring. All the buildings start walking up the highway to look at it. They crowd around. Now that I have made this billboard, I can carry your picture around in my brain in a small green suitcase as I fall asleep on that small train puffing into the distance. 12. Masks I like this room. I like this movie of myself. This view of the antiseptic town. You are my mask and I am yours. Empty! 13. Hector and Andromache At last we are together. Our dreams like our shadows have at last combined. We observe the higher mathematics of our consistent departure. We interfuse. The geometry of our inter-relationship has become like the demolished city and the preserved city a train station that arrows towards a new release of political crime, a vertical of deliverance.