| Like a deadened nerve which never calms down, |
| my body’s arching under this sputtering noise: |
| remains of wings mingled with bones |
| that wind divides and scatters, in secret. |
| Immured fluid beauty, in my gold casket of ruins, like a pearl, I fall asleep. |
| Between sky and earth your shadow’s dissolving deep down inside me |
| In this day-night / slow death agony… |
| You give yourself up to the secret of my lips, and discover an urn to my |
| viscera. |
| Long floating strings lost in black waters, |
| sweeping away our memories. |
| Remorse is like this clear noise of the ink shunning me. |
| Half-moon eye, where to hide myself? |
| I give myself up to the driving rain |
| while my teeth are squeezing you. |
| Remorse is like this dull noise of the hammer hitting you. |
| There, beauty takes form only at dead of night. |