You who enter

You who enter in my memorial ,

a mad woman chanting a morituri

will welcome you .

 She was an unhappy junkie 

who found only imprisonment in my soul.

Underworld without end or return 

where reason wears a jester's  crown ...

Lost child in the winter of life ,

highway charmer promised to oblivion...

A musical comedy ,performed by cadavers 

inspired by all the elegance of the court 

of Versailles  ...

The disgraced queen ,

waiting for this messenger of power

bringing her  news of the death ...

You who enter in my funeral  home ,

you will follow this long procession 

leading to the pyre of these summer palaces

where the gods slumber .

 waking only to play cup-and -ball 

with their tamed monkeys  and advisors 

of nothingness ....

  Gods are always neutral .

You who enter in my gardens ,

unfortunate low tide drunkards .

  Hang man with such indecent 

tongue of rotten fruit .

Poets nourished  by the incantations 

of crows ...

  O  serpent  have mercy !

I will throw you a few words in religion

that will make you beautiful  at the call 

of the chasm ...

 You who enter to witness my lunacy ,

will never found your way out again ...