Eros.
Ephemeral organic artworks .
Atoms dissociated from living.
Memory carriers as clichés
lost in the mist of times .
You won\'t be present
at the spring rendez vous,
your much-loved body
embracing decomposed form
of an unfinished masterpiece ...
Spicy fragrance,
damp emotion,
intolerable chalice ...
Does everything have to end in a trickle ?
Our journey in the escape of the moment,
my late night arrival ,confused
with the long death rattle of your departure,
passion that no longer inhabit
your stone body only parody ...
Imagery of your dead leaves corsage
as if drawn by a black charcoal of fire...
Those crazy forests that I denuded in the storm ,
Through this liquid mirror,
imbued with your disembodied landscapes,
essences dancing like a omen ...
Your rivers flowing to the eternity delta ...
Thanatos .