beyond the window
immaterial world
mixed clinks
voices and glances
carry in them
a dazzling loneliness
I can see you every morning
sneaking among the things
thrown upside-down all over the room
with your bare ballerina feet
and your nipples panting under the light drops
while drinking tea like in a Buddhist ritual
Eyes bathed in tears of failure
Are hiding from your questing sight,
Mind, thoughts and senses become blure.
Don't ask why or how...you might!
Hands try to reach your hair
Stenched by a deceiving sweat,
But all they can find is a shape of despair
Wanting what should not be meant...
Queens and gods...may deserve bowness,
You...my dear are just a glimpse of my darkness
il gardait les yeux fermés
rêvant d'autres jours jamais vécus
j’ai tant eu besoin de temps
pour mélanger ensemble
ses nombreux visages
rencontrés dans tous ces coins du monde
où il ne se trouve plus
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