Melancholic realm

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...