Without laughter or tears lasts forever
One day after another one night after us.
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I cannot be known
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…
There were only a few of them
Each one thought he was aloneThey sang, they were rightTo singBut they sang the way you sack a cityThe way you kill yourself.Frayed moist nightShall we endure youLongerShall we not shakeYour cloacal evidenceWe shall not wait for a morningMade to measureWe wanted to see in other people’s eyesTheir nights of love exhaustedThey dream only of…
It’s the sweet law of men
They make fire from coalThey make men from kissesIt’s the true law of menKept intact despitethe misery and wardespite danger of deathIt’s the warm law of menTo change water to lightDream to realityEnemies to friendsA law old and newThat perfects itselfFrom the child’s heart’s depthsTo reason’s heights.
A few grains of dust more or less
Locks of weakness on weary foreheadsThis theatre of honey and faded rosesWhere incalcuable fliesReply to the black signs that misery makes to themDespairing girders of a bridgeThrown across spaceThrown across every street and every houseHeavy wandering madnessesThat we shall end by knowing by heartMechanical appetites and uncontrolled dancesThat lead to the regret of hatredNostalgia of…
The wind
Rolls a cigarette of airThe mute girl talks:It is art’s imperfection.This impenetrable speech.The motor car is truly launched:Four martyrs’ headsRoll under the wheels.Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,The light, a shadow!The sun is following me.A feather gives to a hatA touch of lightness:The chimney smokes.
Would you see
The contours of lifeOr be truly dazzledBy the fire that fuses allThe flame conveyer of modestiesIn flesh in gold that fine gestureError is as unknownAs the limits of springThe temptation prodigiousAll touches all travels youAt first it was only a thunder of incenseWhich you love the moreThe fine praise at fourLovely motionless nudeViolin mute but…