Monday, November 29, 2004
Zephyre, murmur nomore your jingles
And go back to the place you belong.
The dull horizons beyond the fathomless sea,
On whose sands I stroll, where you devour the sun
My perennial footsteps little and insignificant,
Take me round on a bottomless sojourn,
Across the soaked sand, palm trees,
The cursed mountain(That testifies your heartlessness)
The hallucinated kaleidoscope,
The raindrops, rainbow and thunderstorm.
My figments My crucifix
Ruffle against the facade of your serenity
And waves roar
wash away my tiny trails on sand
All my joys, all my pain
Ransacked ravaged and stolen
Beside my raped sand house I stand.
Zephyre, murmur no more your jingles,
Go back to the place you belong.
I wish you here no more,
And the stench of seduction that you bring along.
You touch me on my cheek, wish me luck
I no more shiver, I feel them no more
The residual urge to capitulate, that I come over
Overlook myself and look yonder.
She sits there no more,
She waits for me no more.
O nostalgia, the cursed mermaid
Wont you be back? Are you angry?
I will cherish you forever