Drunk with turpentine and long kisses
Estival, the sailboat of the roses I direct
Twisted towards the death of the thin day
Grounded in the solid frenzy? Marine
Liquid and tied to my devouring water
I cross in the sour smell of the weather discovered
Still dressed in gray and bitter sounds
And a sad crest of abandoned foam
I go, hard of passions, mounted on my wave unique
Lunar, solar, hot and cold, sudden
Asleep in the throat of the lucky ones
White and sweet islands like fresh hips
Tremble in the night, give me my kissing dress
Madly charged with the procedures
Heroically divided into dreams
And intoxicating roses practicing in me?
Upstream, in the middle of the outer waves
Your parallel body is held in my arms
Like a fish infinitely stuck to my soul
Fast and slow in subceleste energy
Only among all we can make this a better place :)