à Côme
Those are weird times
I let my soul ramble on and on and on
I left my gold buried in some spared garden
Probably in Heaven
I will follow those voices on and on
I will sleep when I’m tired of it all
And on and on
Is it Eschyles walking in my steps
And writing his notes counting about the rest
There’s no place
Why do you blame me
There’s no place for this true heart
To blossom without pouring some blood
On the window and on this sharp
Soul abandoned of yours
Animals are screaming while the forest burns
In these days of leaning
I should offer my bloody mind
To the sky
And you would make it burn
You would drink my blood with a smile on your teeth
Dionysos
Are you hiding
Behind the trees
I need your breath
In the shadow
I need your stream
To flow away from this two dimensions hollow
Dionysos
Would you break my bones
Because I feel
So alone
So make me sing
Dionysos
I need a ring
To make me feel
I’m dwelling well
With your hollow
With your hollow