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Under The Mourning RaysAll those images whichgush as a fountain's fluid water, attract to me that vision so archaic, almost neolitic, of such a cold stone that appears in front of me, looking and smiling at me. I want to kiss it... but my stare can only round it in circles, when hypnotizes me... till I kneel down, when I fall asleep... I want to caress it when hypnotizes me... till I kneel down, when I fall asleep... Neither escape nor awake me from this kind scorn. Don't suck this sedating laudanum that Morpheus injects into my veins. Let me only embrace that cold frost skin and cover me with this boreal sunrise dew. Until my soul vanishes evaporated with the water, under the morning rays... |