I will offer you my vestiges and my vertigo
Torturing stillness
Wisdom sometimes crumbles me
Since I was born with this hole in my heart
Like a giant sink in which my troubles are emptied
And that my paradise was horror
My love, will you know how to love my hells?
When happiness becomes a sin of optimism
And because more than the moon and the sun
The eclipse fascinates and troubles me
Like a vigorous insanity
And in the ocean of Being
Always, I stay at the bottom of the wave
Between storm and calm
Where my enlarged soul dreams of being one with yours
Will you know how to sail on my downpours
Through all these stranded ships of melancholy?
I who love you with so much ferocity
I who love you with all the weight of my imperfections
Me who love you with this other Me than Me
Affective meteorology
I turn pain into mystery
Before the Poetry of this world vanishes
But every end holds a promise
And some bankruptcies are fruitful
And all that is not dead, my damn-god beautiful angel
Is only a fucking mask on the ocean of Time
My Love, let’s heal from all illusions
Cherish the torments of our souls and the shipwrecks inhabiting our hearts
Because we are on board of a ship that we cannot desert
Let's...