Devil\'s manucured hand
wrings cries of pleasure
from the battered fiddle\'s skin .
Bow is a whip of delight
who lay bare the senses .
I love this decadent prelude .
Morning will wake up
to yesterday gropping
in search of tomorrow ...
Wall of the absents ,lament .
Midgets performing their ablutions
in the bunkers of power .
Story \'s plot consists solely
of industrial architectures
and public transportation to Pitchipoi ...
At noon ,train returning empty .
Appointment with afterlife schedulded .
Lord let these cute corpses come to me
at the final trill ...
Amour ! amour !
So many decent crimes in your name !
Foolish troubadours worshipping you
in the quiet valleys of some ignored genocide...
Sensual Salome ,does the residue of your belly
have a soul in its animal beauty ?
at dawn a sandstorm from the Sahara
clogged mouths ,causing turmoil
among the tribe of flies ...
Crematorium\'s cuspidor .
Mourning prelude symphony .
Paganini\'s return .
Play for me Gypsy
before joining the void !
Barett of fate against my temple .
Fatal kiss .
In the midst of the rubble
Let\'s have a rest ...