You were that woman made of shifting geometry
and angular delights .
Grown-up fairy from the kingdom of the winds .
Our rendezvous in the scent of the zeitgeist
did not heed the stern call of the hours .
Mix of lies and bittersweet emotions .
I loved the ease with which you took over
a besieged dungeon !
Vestal inspired by a courtesan\'s sensuality .
your body tasting like a salty-scented shipwreck...
I sensed a journey fit for a mummified princess.
Comedy always has a flavor of happiness
doomed to torment ...
One morning, as you wake up
in search for some shared alchemy
drowned in the dold drum .
You were nothing but a doll\'s dream ...
I am leafing through the harvest almanac ,
finding yourself in that little café
where chess players cheated and smokers died.
You had faith on those insignificant pawns
for the price of a coffee and butt like a mite
cast before the last ...
Angular disjoint between moon in cancer
and Saturn\'s agreement ...
The little bar closed a long time ago .
The chessboards are gathering dust
at the back of the closet .
Just a few faithful absence always present ...
Did you die without telling me ?
But ignoring the date is to preserve
the image of the living .
Frozen the flesh of the moment .
It must be love .
A blend of a living shadow upon a grave
that jealously guards its reveries of another life...