You who enter in my memorial ,
a mad woman chanting a morituri
will welcome you .
She was an unhappy junkie
who found only imprisonment in my soul.
Underworld without end or return
where reason wears a jester\'s crown ...
Lost child in the winter of life ,
highway charmer promised to oblivion...
A musical comedy ,performed by cadavers
inspired by all the elegance of the court
of Versailles ...
The disgraced queen ,
waiting for this messenger of power
bringing her news of the death ...
You who enter in my funeral home ,
you will follow this long procession
leading to the pyre of these summer palaces
where the gods slumber .
waking only to play cup-and -ball
with their tamed monkeys and advisors
of nothingness ....
Gods are always neutral .
You who enter in my gardens ,
unfortunate low tide drunkards .
Hang man with such indecent
tongue of rotten fruit .
Poets nourished by the incantations
of crows ...
O serpent have mercy !
I will throw you a few words in religion
that will make you beautiful at the call
of the chasm ...
You who enter to witness my lunacy ,
will never found your way out again ...