Locks of weakness on weary foreheads
This theatre of honey and faded roses
Where incalcuable flies
Reply to the black signs that misery makes to them
Despairing girders of a bridge
Thrown across space
Thrown across every street and every house
Heavy wandering madnesses
That we shall end by knowing by heart
Mechanical appetites and uncontrolled dances
That lead to the regret of hatred
Nostalgia of justice
I glide on the surface of seasI have grown sentimentalI no longer know the guideI no longer move silk over iceI am diseased flowers and stonesI love the most chinese of nudesI love the most naked lapses of wingsI am old but here I am beautifulAnd the shadow that flows from the deep windowsEach evening…
Your eyes in which we sleepWe togetherHave made for my man’s gleamA better fate than for the common nightsYour eyes in which I travelHave given to signs along the roadsA meaning alien to the earthIn your eyes who reveal to usOur endless solitudeAre no longer what they thought themselves to beYou cannot be knownBetter than…
have not always known well what I wanted to say, but most often it was because I had nothing tosay. The necessity of speaking and the desire not to be heard. My life hanging only by a thread.There was a time when I seemed to understand nothing. My chains floated on the water.All my desires…
To see if I loveShe has confidence she forgetsUnder the clouds of her eyelidsHer head falls asleep in my handsWhere are weTogether inseparableAlive aliveHe alive she aliveAnd my head rolls through her dreams.
Without laughter or tears lasts foreverOne day after another one night after us.
A single smile for us bothAnd the blue of your joyful eyesAgainst the mass of nightFinding its flame in my eyesI have seen by needing to knowThe deep night create the dayWith no change in our appearance.
