Unsolved Symphonies

The mistery of a piece of lingerie
some legs overshadowed on the wall
and your contorted body that calls the cult of the wind
It's coming, girl
and it's planning to take you.

Your mouth barely opens
- you don't sigh -
and you burn.

Everything arises:
listen to the roar
listen to the sky shattering
listen as it bellows your name and your years
behold it
it wallops like you everything in its way
every part of its being lost
in a microcosm of asphalt

Neither your grin
nor your tears
will return the pieces
and a piece of lingerie
and some legs
and some lips
unsolved symphonies
and an exhausted cigarette

Another infant lost
and broken without being two
floting in the open of the roses
withering her lips

She trembles or the night is turning
she cries
or her eyes are melting

The door

in its full openess

to the summer

and the salt

And the golden maid
drenched in dawn
still is resting
still you're resting

I am hermetic
refain from hurting me
your dagger won't penetrate my flesh
Was it me who covered this skin with cement?
Was it me who blunted every sissors within febrile dreams?
It doesn't matter
No one's to blame
and no one will bleed in my castle.