Exchange my love for a burned wooden statue
Sell it to a collector of Egyptian antiquities
Dust it with your hand and kiss every grain of my lost thoughts
Let me caress the blue mirror behind your eyelids
Help me reflect my unconsciousness on a white wall,
like a silent movie, like a church, like a unlistened-to prayer
when the priest is out to lunch in a highway bar.

Abide to my fears and murder the roots of lucidity
they are only love turned cynical.
Hold tight the lonely night, chase away smiles that are not his
They distract my suffering. Here’s to you, my sweetheart!
Undeceiving blond moody arms around my body,
hold me! Forever! Forever! Forever!
Without promising a thing!