| Oh, how much I love your eyes
|
| I’m waving like moonbeams on a nightside
|
| Sea
|
| Whenever, wherever mine crosses yours so
|
| Amenable I do feel, until I myself I hide
|
| Behind the sand-dunes on the shore of the
|
| Absorbent sandcastles
|
| Broken into shivers, memories still haunt me
|
| The knight in golden armour turns into
|
| Millions of vacant sins; |
| inner sickles
|
| Trying to find a way out of the flesh, the
|
| Planted one with memorable experiences
|
| Tassels in white faces…
|
| Iris is a sine qua non for us indeed, though
|
| Absolute darkness reminds me of the age of
|
| Ignorance. |
| But, now as I recall all those
|
| I’ve seen so far through this burning blood
|
| Red veil «oh, it makes me soften
|
| I realize how terrific it’d be to sojourn two
|
| Thousand years with you; |
| your inept
|
| Dreams… my cerebral mansion»
|
| I’m a creature of terra firma; |
| as an urn I
|
| Hold and kiss the ashes of my dying race; |
| as
|
| I grow up, Iris grows too, but, how can I
|
| Speak to the dry ground about the wet saliva
|
| Of my eyes?
|
| Wisdom’s cavern stands far from oceans
|
| That’s for sure my dear
|
| Here I feel the crucial crux of all our
|
| Dilemmas, all those things won’t ever
|
| Touch our flesh, let them go, let them fade
|
| Behind, let them stare at the Iris' narcotic
|
| Sight while the flaming aureole will offer
|
| Us pleasure; |
| the pleasure an infant gets
|
| Long with its mother’s white, fluid bribe |