when light was pouring out from me
like a mountain river erected through the wounds
I saw you,
tiding up the paths of my mind in strange contours,
splitting the air with your wings,
putted together,
``since when prayers means touching for you?''
I saw you
falling with your thong open from so much drinking,
mixing my thoughts,
making up with them through the hidden rhythm
of the mind,
ah, I saw you
and my eyes were pulsing
on the cement of your blind holes,
and my tights were climbing
the stone of your sacrificed shoulders,
the smile was crushing
on the whiteness of your horns,
ah,
where I will see again, birds burning in the trees,
flowers covered with moving shadows,
where I will see from this moment on,
your laugh rolling down,
at the edge of the memory,
at the top of the ear,
out of the highest tower which protects our love,
I saw you falling
between my windows, skewed and pale,
between snakes which surround my ankles vibrating,
towards the water,
without any noise, without any mark of plunging,
you sank into the blood of my opened veins,
when the light was leaving out my body,
like a river returning to the forest,
I saw you
at the edge of my mind
healing my wounds.