Rain falls on dawn insomnia .
The piano is mute ,
and the paranoid flute .
The lounge daffodils sob
sister Odile\'s death .
And this andalusian dog
staring at me with crazy eyes...
Rain falls. No more game
you\'re gone .
In this round of merry skeletons,
my brothers in imposture
walking dead behind the catafalque.
Max Ernst has a blue cryogenic smile.
Eluard makes cabalistic faces at me .
Kandinsky drawing geometries on clouds.
And Golda Meir confides her secret torment
on Dr.goebbels shoulder ...
Rain falls and makes the grave sing .
Metaphysical strings quartet
for hanged man ...
My friend the lunar Pierrot
expires like a sparrow
in natural overtones ...
Rain falls between midnight
and end of a mayday ...
Mahler\'s symphony for sad kids...
Under the bridges of Paris ,
flows bad alcohol .
Carcasses the unloved pass by
and the graves of the \'\'Saints -innocents \'\'
cimetary slaver like wet lips ...
I\'m hungry for epidemic passions ,
on which I\'ll draw in vermin letters
the despair of a serial killer...
A girl,whose crude memory ,
I put to sleep morgue street ...
The rain falls and petrifies the calvaries.
How fertile are the poet\'s entrails
That a long flight of crows
come to feast on ...
Cyborgs in black and white
carry away my inspired breath ...
A beautiful angel with the stench
of altar wine ,
takes my hand against its burning thigh...
Depicting me the geography
of an eternel week in hell .
The rain falls ,malefic seeds manifesto...