samedi 16 octobre 2010

Greek mind


Women die, as cats do, and leave beauty stand alone

let me so alone murmurate as if it was the end

some virgin appeared to the child in the room of home

some image of death on the pleasure trend

younger was I and younger is Rome

sweet destination of my philosophy step's pretention bend.

Dark distillations of fate should make me old,

but I see no death, no beauty on my growth.

Face to face to a star and sitting on a chair

feeling heavy wings bending my chest and smoke

doing nothing as nothing is done by coffee

difficult is my greek mind and my stranger fair.


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