I hold you in thought as that star
which faded away in the winter night
I hold you in thought as a earth
that offered its fruit in the guilty bliss
of a fleeting moment of abandon...
we shared the forbidden as if it were
a new blood and delicious venom ...
I hold you in thought ,
like a kind of geometric pattern
imagined by a schizophrenic impressionist ,
Unfinished landscapes sketched on a canvas
haunted by Bohemian spirits .
Sometimes, I catch your gaze in a marble of flesh
who\'s daydreaming over a mug of dashed hopes .
I\'d like to rush and say :
\'\' Do you remember the procession of lost illusions ? \'\'
And you\'re off again like a well-kept secret .
You had the colors of the clouds
that only a madman can perceive ...
In the great book of shadows
that have regained their angel wings ,
I seek your lingering echo ...
Birds fly across a tearful flemish sky ,
heralding your departure .
I\'ll be late for our meeting ...
time always clothes our thoughts
in fragments of the past .
With a surreal touch of amnesia...