A WAVE PROFILE

Beyond the sea
A camouflaged lover
Sharpens the following day
By lies
And colours the necks
of passengers
With hollow flirt

Seventy
And no man
A thick music
And fine question:
What do you see?
What does it occur?

I sail in the sleep
not to become
At the beginning of wanting
As a blade sorcer
Who acrosses the labyrinths
Without finding only one chance
There is a giant pearl
In the dream of a Hindu
In full insanity

Seventy
And no woman
Some icy faces
A the measurement of insomnia


Seventy men
And only one woman
Decorating her eyes
By a tender rain
And holds her heart
With jasmine
For to rub off
All the wars


Her smile is rebellious
As a surrealist tear
Which runs
In the veins of time
Her blue underskirt
Plante disorder
In the sleep of the blind men
But the paddle is the same
And our train wanders
On the greenery
Aspiring the tobacco
Of some bohemian princesses .