Who suddenly is only one

A lost age

You speak to me of a love that cries tears of fire

Ignoring your beauty built in the December hours

When your face closed on your amber mirror

Distracting the night in a sky with cottony clouds

I dream numb in the wild grass

Between the light of the lyre and the filament of melodies

Magnified by the radiance of dead bugs

Cathedral of emotions framed by litanies

The chimera of the forgotten ages raged in the cave

Severe immensity strewn with mornings of May

With masked shadows that speak of this polyglot world

Lost in the transparent and gourmet smiles.