My sunburn In emergency will exchange The path covered with brambles To pack the day Without appearing Bulky clouds From my proven heart.
The sky is sumptuous The caravan stopped On the edge of the stream The animals plunge the muzzle into the light wave Quivering nostrils To share with water spiders The fatigue of the day.
To Même horizon Circassian ghosts set up the canvas Until the extinction of the lights And we fight for good In the habits enclave To make the landscape Twilight.
By drailles Prowl the smell of the boar And pursues the rain Over the cry of the goldsmith Hands tightening the cot of the coat All against the throat A cold stroke happened so quickly.
There the man was waiting for me In the combi with curtains drawn It was dark darkness And the smell of my skin Responsible for the saint of beasts Listed the moments of the day As small stones in legitimacy.
At midnight star Silence will be And I will open my eyes big One last time Without worrying about the continuation Since my hand slipping on the rocky wall I will fall outside the alcove.
