The light is concentrated
in the gold where I close my eyes.
Through my eyelids, I see
the sleep of my descendants;
I slip into their dreams
to give them my news
and light up the impasses
where adversity lies in wait

montre meitiers d’arts masques “indonesie”
Bustier, from La Perla. Whip, shorts and mask, stylist’s own.

Bewitcher, I observe
the shapes of girls who pass;
my eyebrows are like a bird
ready to take wing and circle
its prey, my moustache
like a serpent ready
to strike at the least sign
of weakness or assent

If I stick out my tongue,
it is to show the trust
I have in you,
following your movements
on the sea between storms and in
forests between vast conifers
on which your genealogical myths
will be inscribed

They wanted to deepen the shadow
where you will set your eyes
so that the flashes of sun
and flames will penetrate further
with their arrows to tattoo
not only your face
and the skin of your whole body,
but the secrets of your night

The light is concentrated
in the gold where I close my eyes.
Through my eyelids, I see
the sleep of my descendants;
I slip into their dreams
to give them my news
and light up the impasses
where adversity lies in wait

Bewitcher, I observe
the shapes of girls who pass;
my eyebrows are like a bird
ready to take wing and circle
its prey, my moustache
like a serpent ready
to strike at the least sign
of weakness or assent

If I stick out my tongue,
it is to show the trust
I have in you,
following your movements
on the sea between storms and in
forests between vast conifers
on which your genealogical myths
will be inscribed

They wanted to deepen the shadow
where you will set your eyes
so that the flashes of sun
and flames will penetrate further
with their arrows to tattoo
not only your face
and the skin of your whole body,
but the secrets of your night

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