Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
Waste at the door
Drunk of apple core,
spiting seeds of the last tree.
The hands hold the head,
Pour the eyes, crystal soul
Venus radiant, tears of wax
The skin listens exquisite, the roots.
Drying out on the green valley
Bury me on the top of the higher hill
Under the tree blown by the breeze
So that I can rest with the falling leafs
Under the sun that comes and goes
When the clouds, like waves, overwhelm the moon.
The nocturnal sea of velvety glances, sail
I have been stood, in this ocean of dark blossom.
Where silent hang the remembrance, of the last hoot.
Fear lies upon his face, what happening;
sadly dark veil covers his eyes,
why all this? , this noise, these lights,
the fire burns, these bombs.
Through the fissure of the reeds
caress by the breeze,
the water sparkle lit
blind hear the waves recede.
Like an eagle resting on the yellow shape of the silent sun
I Wait impatiently the dingles of the bells
Crying conscience of steady moons, at angels sunset
Breathless death, with his narcissus eyes