Imploring visage   An invisible barbed wire has encircled your wrist   Leading you to an irrepressible scandal of sincerity   I will quench your eyelids forever, so that you stop   feeding yourself with others' memory   Presage of intimate speeches and of obscure and obsessive fantasies   Unavoidable condemnation, complicity, extraneousness   I will never know your truth, nor you mine. We will always be uncertain   about life. Bold human beings with severe look,   who climb the mountains of loneliness   Trembling in the panic of desertion we librate in the luxury of a bitter calyx   To know the secret of love that doesn't ask anything   I don't want to be forced to laugh just to gratify you   I want to startle in a harmonious discretion   To dance in the funereal garden of roses, to deny a divided god   To say the prayer of sorrow, to lose myself in an angelic orgasm.