You are the threshold between flesh and inspired.
Oaths dissolved in your eyes like a form of forgiveness.
You speak to me with the echoes of a voice
in an inaccessible yet so close dimension ...
I reach out my arms to you ,but you fade away
in the murky depths of a lunar chasm ...
Are you nothing that the faded incense
of an illusion that continues to burn within me ?
Paleness of a glance carried away
by the whims of the seasons ...
My sweet hearth from an another era ,
canvas born from the unfinished dream
of a forgotten painter ...
My lost betrothed in the ambiguous light
of a last summer ember .
This cascade of your hair in the fire of my hand ,
white dress billowing in the breeze ...
Already wife of a nocturnal blue
suspended in the uncertainty of life and dream...
Guardian of the waters and the whispers
of the silence .
Leaving me with this musical watercolor harmony.
Magic of a mystery that ends in a funeral march
in the rain ...
The hours of the bodies that are carried away
no longer rebel against the pantomime
of the living ...
I will meet you there .
Without ever tiring of contemplating
the features of your face ,
that the painter will have finally completed...
Your name on the marble long since erased.
I ,annoyed in a sad suburb lost in a milky galaxy .
You, lighthearted spirit in the ethereal beauty...