\'\' What do you want to play ? \'\'
Asks the binaureal intelligence .
\'\' Let\'s play at urban chaos ! \'\'
the shadows reply .
My friend ,give the queen of hearts,
who is mourning,a bouquet of fallen leaves!
The madman speaking with the voice
of the crowd heralds the beginning of time !
The elders ,their eyes filled with heat waves ,
share a nostalgia about a bygone era
when in supermarkets you\'d see a steady stream
of strollers filled with frozen,plump ,hollowed-out babies...
I no longer recognize anything of that aborted
avatar of myself ...
A nutcase on the chessboard staggering along dream
disconnected from the crime ...
But this is simply a matter of random strategy .
A tsunami warning wandering in the vacant gaze
of a mermaid promised as prey to the psychopath...
I\'ve stopped believing the lies of curves.
I\'ve made myself the apostle of vertical cold .
Only captivated by the voluptuous geometry
of quantum death ...
At the bedside of well -behaved children ,
that wear the sin of the beauty ,
the ogress tells stories ...
My friend ,before you leave ,
don\'t forget to drop a small obole at the Baron Samedi...