I want to run away and stay
in the uncertainty of this evasion
that longs for its own prison...
I mourn these poems imbued with grandeur
that bloom upon your icy grave.
To the crowd of lewd devotees ,
offering my ambiguous desires ...
Mind that relishes suffering as it gazes at itself
in the amnesia of the mirror...
I will still confront the evil within you
that laughs at me ...
Married under the ancestral law of widowhood,
I take the oath to rip off your nun\'s habit
to sin with delectation !
drama performed in psychorequiem .
It\'s you ,damned fool speaking through me ?
Irresistible urge to bloom this dead love
which has not yet come to life ...
you haunt me with your virginal crime !
scarlet drop on the white satin ...
Perhaps ,must I journey to the very end
of the nightmare ,to sit at the devil\'s table
and share its feast ?
The last glass smashed on the floor ,
my soul traded for a few meager prayers
and humble alms ,
I\'ll scream at this mute inside me :
\'\' Shut up stupid fool -no one\'s listening your rambling ! \'\'
sailing solo in my loneliness .
\'\' Please Mr executioner just a little eternity to atone ! \'\'
You my cursed sister in this orchard of broken vows .
Each of these lies, told to seduce you and to teach me
how to die in memoriam ...
Brave old gallows !
So I can lose you all over again .
Illusory ecstasy of a lunar orgasm !
My ambivalence ...