Aphorisms for Bella


A collision is a long percussion.

Scruples spill their curses in the name of the circus.


At the nape of the neck, betrayal

yawns like a royal flush.


Only loneliness nullifies the bedside mementoes.

A clove is barbed because love is a cloven barbarism.


On Christmas Eve even the saddest donkey

will not carry you into a triumph of palms.


The two-tongued translator

often trips on long division.


A long pain gangs and nips;

A short pain spins.