Destiny or not, death lasts long
but you know, everything ends
with an eternal return.
Hearts beating in the chest
of two petrified statues
like the shore of a dead volcano,
which not even damnation can stop.
An icy light of fire that blazes
in the memory of eternity.
Message of desire expressed in a flame.
The house is waiting for us again,
impregnated with juices and scents
an old Champagne on its bed of bubbles.
Those fragrant lilies for trembling bellies.
Shadow of a breath regained and tamed.
Here we are on the road to eternal return.