I tend to care,
But I do not.
My heart beats in a rhythm,
But with no clutch nor pain.
...
A Contemporary Sisifus
Apart my heart,
I Scorn her.
I
Pale white face,
Prideful Breast,
Infinite silk gold hair,
A body of a chinese Vase,
And the Eyes, O, the Eyes...
Undescribably cruel.
Rigged with Doubt and Charm,
of a mysterious character,
Delicately alonged brownish eyelids,
covers pure white cut by vivid red,
centered by a cosmic nebula of black, green and honey...
The gates for a Soul that dismantles any man.
II
Floored, I search for footing.
Why love, why care?
About menacing looks of whom lingered me greatly.
No, No more,
Bow high, I deserve better,
Do not care, Do not remember.
But do not forget...
You shall not offend me anymore.
And so I depart.
III
Mystical footing, I lie in my subconscious,
I do not fear, I do not scorn, I do not linger.
Delivering my being to open milky arms,
Sighing, kissing, loving.
I am asleep, I am dreaming,
Aren't I?
IV
And so, enclosing the end of a ravine,
I see a golden lake deep, deep down.
Behind me, various riders,
Saddled in immortal horses, they pursue me:
my memories, ghosts of what's past.
Lucid or unconscious, can not know.
I jump,
I fall.
Hoping golden cushions,
Expecting the crushing floor.