A cursed poet with a flowery beard and bird\'s eyes
has come down from his cloud
and told me that eternity is the sea mixed with the sun.
So I drank this heady wine of the ancients
and so many memories to accompany the procession.
In the morning I found the flower frozen
to the kiss of frost. Fragrant with the ultimate perfume.
Dressed in a dark garment of eternity, I cried