When I can not pierce
With the eyes the darkness now
I will say I can not see but I see you
I will smell a thousand and one nights but not a chance anywhere
I will mention you everywhere
With a sadness in my hands I will caress you to fall asleep
You will tell me I saw a woman yesterday
And I, who will have seen a man, will not say anything
Under the bridge
I will burn to get used to you
And you will reject it
All admiration, all intelligence for what is happening
You will pick me out
And the darkness wet like a dismembered horse without complaint
It will be so superior
From me.























