I became a poet to escape life .
But inanimate presences remind you...
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In Saturn\'s rings ,
all the atist \'s follies come to die,
cloacked in solar mourning .
As the clock strikes midnight ,
pumpkin turning back into a coffin ...
Deflowered princesses ,
come to beg for forgiveness...
This Barbie doll has my mother\'s cold eyes.
Should I be reborn in the abstract confinement
of your open tomb ?
We must learn to live with those
who will not return ...
Just like the memory
that you keep feeding out of habbit.
\'\' See you moon ! \'\'
In your shameful flights
you take the unfinished harvests .
I only know your mermaid name,
female that keeps me trapped
inside an unstable space-time ...
Versatile poet wandering
through the melancholic realm of Saturn\'s rings...