# The Ghost of a Seed in the Kitchen

**Leonardo de Marchi**

*A balloon in the land*
*They were not in a context of sand – in the old tower on top of the old town*
*A balloon the moon in the water*
*Like the brain of an oracle *
*Almost like a pizza in heaven*
*the sport, in water – the trail, of senses*
*We don’t know, what has been broken, a purple ghost, living in them, and representing *
*the true self – a friendly ghost – it’s in my guts*
*An intricate soul a broadcast of fucked up waves – fucked up vases broadcasted *
*through a hole – through a stone thrown away in the face.*
*The empty cliffs – the agglomerate of juicy round rays *
*is coming at us connecting with us connecting from far away.*