Black shirts
We perceive your shirt of dark and noble dimension. We feel. We grope. Your supple burnished movement. And here. On the move permanent coal. There and there. You embody a sumptuous gravity. You know what you are doing. Always on the lookout. You are crouching there. Then deployed. We admire what you are. Like a gesture in your burnt colored shirt. Like a dark moon. You shed light on ideas. In intense observation. The clouded possibility of ultimate reaction. The pose and aura of the magistrate. You impose it. We didn't fry that. Dark solemnity. You are not shy. Grand dark. Charcoal passe-partout. His blackish dignified majesty. You are up to it. Tailor-made. Ebony decency. Charming darkness. All full of smoky attitudes: we still distinguish your dignity. You bind brotherhood with the night. You understand each other. Even in broad daylight.
