I carry within me many memories
that will never fade away .
I am not a day on a calendar .
Simply a missed opportunity ,
in a dreamlike whim,
meditative moment
contemplating an inner sunset...
Touching caress of musical inspiration,
bewatching scents and strange coincidences...
There where the shadow of Cagliostro ,
the damnation of Crowley ,
or when \'\'Monsieur de Saint-Germain \'\' appears...
The angel of torment leans over my craddle,
letting the door of past regrets creak ...
All these creatures ,moaning ,sneering ,
and calling me ...
I wake up at the hours when history sinks
in the sulphur of tongues that embrace,
and this cold message of countless generations.
That haggard november stare ,
in search of erased graves ,
who looks at me from the depths
of sheets strained by delicious sin.
On the shroud of rotting loves
that the old dog sniffs at ...
What remains beyond nothingness ?
Perhaps just a lucid vertigo
that drags you into the abyss...