I am the black widow of my past,
My veiled destiny was hidden
Into the fish's belly.
I am the lost saviour
Of the red-eyed angels.
Sing to the fish's dream ashore!
Delicate waltz of the Fay,
For each birth is a mourning.
Touching without fear, shame, reason.
Like an acid rain from heaven,
Melting the whole cravenness
Inside this plastic world.
This fancy denouement of the childhood.
It seeped over the ankle
Like a fire inside the eye.
My ovoid eye,
Not to stir an eyelid in front of the death,
Not to cast my love into the unicorn's ear.
My leg is tight with the rope
Of the ancient bewildered fisher.
Next to the cliff,
I was sitting between me and myself.
The final illusion of the dry fish:
I am only clay!
Can't love more than that.