The dazzling star
went through me...

Searching in your
rainbow eyes...

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me...

You were becoming more prone
to violence, confronting...

Hard and brittle,
the cost of sealing the lips...

Under your eyes
shadows, my poems curl up...

Hits you in the face,
disseminating the chivalry...

The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...

In deep bottom,
at first light, I...

No moon tonight
I had to find...

After dousing the bride to a nice flame,
in between the howls...

We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared...