My girl my little one my eternal child Carmine back my blueberry child that I plucked from his mother's womb. Then brother came. And I left the castle at the desire of another man keeping only the scattered limbs whose body I reconstituted Fallen Osiris a few weekends sorry for not knowing keep the heat in the fireplace in my useless hands fine dust que le vent porteto the long corridor of remorse. Then the bronze doors opened some bloody marks on the cold walls j'avançai perceiving the flickering lights on the other side beyond the tall forests de mes passions en déraison. The train entered the free zone the brakes squealed jets of steamblurred the shutter windows. A silence came crows were croaking des voix hurlaient. The line of demarcation passed I knew nothing would be like before. Some askew intentions could not respond to your requests back at home childish handwriting on pink paper out of sight along a mountain road sharing my sleepless nights stars and moon in supply the dog glued to the coattails without ever looking back j'allai. The tricolor ribbon crossed race over in the labyrinth of wanderings I had to find the mother earth mixes atoms ready for recycling. I will get up the air will be cool the heart will bleed the footsteps will be pressing to find the emerging companion the memorial call to order my friend double handing me the crown of flowers my daughter in mandorla my little one my eternal childma bleuettethat I had gathered from her mother's womb a day of joy. 351
