LE BANC DES AMOUREUX S'OUVRE COMME UNE VOUTE CELESTE
JOURNEE ANTIQUE, JARDINS CACHES APERCUS PAR DES PUISSANTES GRILLES
... ET NOUS RIONS, RIONS, RIONS INSOUCIEUX, SEULS DANS LE LIEU
SACRE, MIROIR, ...
Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams
you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon
thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying
if you stare at ...
When the moon sang on the april chair you were a face to paint tulips
grey steps, eyes on the walls, red-green women
perched cats, in your world of arcanum and usual
you took me by hand to the whit ...