Aromas and absurdities: a collection of phrases and verses of intentions

1st While I walk among the pines,

I suffocate from the manure

which serves as fertiliser to the field,

with a sylvan future,

with onanistic pride.

2nd Some years ago I had a studio

where the pictures came out

smelling like a chimney, like fried fish,

like a mummified gecko.

3rd Tonight it smells like

discreet incense,

mess and conjecture,

like memories of other nights,

like fear,

like penance,

like blood with onions and

like holy mornings.

4th And in this mood, my jail odours

happen unexpectedly, in outstanding reoccurrence:

Summer jasmine

chamomile bustle in autumn,

orange blossom with spring and

in winter, the tides; although that happens every day.

5th Lines, textures,

colours at the same table,

an invitation to breathe a new scent

or as in dreams,

to feel the disturbance of enjoying

with the horizon.

GARIKOITZ CUEVAS