I was hummed so many barcarolles
That left on the buds
A foretaste of fruit
Then the terrible acidity of misunderstandings
Another skin remains an illegible partition
Evaporated the one who was supposed to bring my organs
To the principle of genuine revelations
His lakeside missions to dissolve into the infinity
None of them lasted
And the body, it
That starts thinking
Was never less well guarded
The nape of the neck left gaping, with, from here
The memory flowing.
That left on the buds
A foretaste of fruit
Then the terrible acidity of misunderstandings
Another skin remains an illegible partition
Evaporated the one who was supposed to bring my organs
To the principle of genuine revelations
His lakeside missions to dissolve into the infinity
None of them lasted
And the body, it
That starts thinking
Was never less well guarded
The nape of the neck left gaping, with, from here
The memory flowing.
January 2011