La lumiere et ses ombres, Ed. Jacques Bremond, France, 2006
enroulement du continu
elle aspire immobile
tournant sur elle-même
angles aveuglés
rotation perpétuelle
arrachement à soi
spire après spire
les syncopes ne s'opposent plus au continu
tourbillon respire
dans son mouvement
ondulant
boucle infinie
voyelle inaccomplie
autour de l'axe du vertige renversé
you remember the corridor?
the corridor which carried our footsteps
like a golden chariot King Ahab
it took forever to understand
the white piano’s tune
our heart beats put it to shame
with every passing moment
we reached the room
turned the knob
the walls had pearled silky paper
carefully designed for dream catching
and we knew
there was no exit for love
no stairway, no door
no way out through the narrow balcony
but in each other’s arms
your mouth stilled
by mine
a wet gift from
the sea
forgotten words
seconds are hitting the windscreen of life
as if time would throw his skin away
apart from the hours of glass
the white wolf of despair
is howling inside the crypt of days
frantic landscapes invading my dreams
paint the remains of my nights
in the pale color of fear
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