NIGHT INCANDESCENT
The bodies of glasses, wine glasses
And the nights involved in dementia
Where could the coexistence
Generate fantasies where you are going,
So when you find while moths
Moment’s bolder, innocence
Left behind desirability
Where there is smoke there had been fires,
Incandescent night in rage and joy,
Penetrate the majestic scenery
And drink toasts filled in this orgy
Madness I see in nudity
And all this heresy which ye now behold
Created by insane fantasy...
MARCOS LOURES
No comments:
Post a Comment