Beyond the crevice of the soul,
lies a glorified story of my sleepless nights.
The dreams, too sour and ever too ripe,
overlap their brused shadows and slide out of my mouth.
Un hiver ou un été
Je partirai dans le froid ou dans le soleil
Dans un cristal de neige étoilé
Read MoreMy legs, moving faster than my shadow,
the colours in my sweaty hand,
Too far in such a short distance,
like dying before the end of life.
I bow down to you
The father of my soul
I started anew
and held burning coal
Weak and exhausted,
Hammered to my bed,
not be trusted,
for I’ve lost my head
Stacks of worn-out sighs and swollen hearts,
The leg of Egypt lifting elegance,
on its stretched out deserts and smiling pools of golden blue,
Sinful day,
and truthful night,
will betray,
the eerie light
You slumbered in the middle of the sea,
with a melancholic smile on your soft face,
You dreamed of pretty things that could not be,
your dreams lulled you away to a strange place
Solitude,
is one feeling,
yet so many,
it is so vulnerable and nude,
silencing peace,
and creating a feud
It was a Summer night with starry skies,
The pale moon peeked timidly though the clouds,
The cool night air lingered with truths and lies,
The stars were glinting through the darkness's shroud.
My eyes flit open, darkness trickles in
The sky is cloudless, dun and without moon,
The wind gurgles, tiptoeing up my skin,
Inhibitions swept away by its tune
My legs, moving faster than my shadow,
the colours in my sweaty hand,
Too far in such a short distance,
like dying before the end of life.
You have found,
the all profound,
my warm tears,
my worst fears
So go ahead,
push me down,
slam my head
onto the ground
The foundation of a tear
And the hoarse leaves
Whispering to themselves
Private as a long-forgotten echo
Read MoreLilies gripping slices of the sky
In their honeyed fingers.
The moon-eyed trees shedding their skin
once again.