I will have to remove one by one all my skins
Those of the days before
When the time was still for expectations
When I was not sure of what tended me so
The skins of feast days when we felt beautiful
I will snatch myself out from the envelope where I swayed
Those of the days before
When the time was still for expectations
When I was not sure of what tended me so
The skins of feast days when we felt beautiful
I will snatch myself out from the envelope where I swayed
I will have to slip into the void
Denying thoughts
In the white left by thy folds
I feel the spasms organizing themselves without me
I shy away to what comes
Fully present to scarifications
I will have to hold my face between my fingers
Anticipating so much everything flays me
Denying thoughts
In the white left by thy folds
I feel the spasms organizing themselves without me
I shy away to what comes
Fully present to scarifications
I will have to hold my face between my fingers
Anticipating so much everything flays me
April 2010