Off the reefs of a tormented memory
whose algae dies on the beach of time.
There is this island made of black sand
and broken scales of fish ...
Haunted by the ghosts of past
born of inner anger .
It\'s not a heaven of peace
but a tragedy for the refugee,
and the castaway never returns...
Sometimes a few fresh corpses
with faces of hope
in search of remission ,
come crashing ashore ...
I recognize you .
But what\'s the point of contemplating
my madness torn apart by coral hearts ?
My message in a bottle
will not land anywhere .
A squalid shark will have swallowed it
somewhere along The Cape of misfortune...
You will never know the last lie
I sent you from the lost island .
Child of the dark banks ,
refusing to accept the reason
of continents ...
Wherever my fears take me
I see only rebellion of the ocean ,
dominated by a sleeping sentry .
what has become of you legendary captains ?
And you, mermaids who wander through
the rainy streets of Amsterdam ?
All trivial parlor trinkets
who drink to forget ...
I watch over the old blind lighthouse
which no longer invites to put into port .
Between water and fire
that struggle and merge in my soul .
Here I stand,facing the dark horizon .
Awaiting for your spectral arrival.
You come towards me ,
lover wave ,
stretching out your arms
burning in salt of possession .
Senses, violent intoxication.
Is love only this flesh of annihilation ?