I like getting lost
in the heavy slumber
of a nasty city
that pops into my mind .
It\'s so sepulchral
a city at night ,
where only the dead live ...
And also, hanging out
in a midnight station of worlds
where the early morning suicides
full of hot air ,laugh ...
What are you telling me ?
\'\' I\'m going to walk to the bridge
and if someone smiles at me
along the way, I won\'t jump !
Please soothe my burn
with your lips ,even they are silent ! \'\'
Listen to me ,child of a cog
disconnected from the metaverse :
Love has only ever existed
in the legend of a well educated
serial liar who drives a taxi at dusk .
If you guess ,his name is Peter pan !
Tell him to stop at the foot of the bridge
overlooking the ocean ..
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The girl in seasons of rags,
dressed in wandering blues,
lost on the train plateform
of a nameless story .
That even dogs don\'t look at ...
Does the hostess have a smile
before the big jump ?