In this smile
You'll see my suffering
In this tears, my cruelty
My majesty
A flower that sears in silence
For whom Lord loves
Vanish
Too soon

A flame that still burns
Those candles that don't waste
Just know that anything is dark
Nothing is darker than dark
Stop to seek me!
(Stop to haunt me)

Will they fill with wine our empty veins?
Will we paint with silver our fragile white skins?
And we'll die to be born again together, my love...
Or my chant will be left without rhyme
Please, my love, find a place to hide
Far from me and far from the light
Now sleep...sleep...
And I will too
Anyway, anywhere
Immortality
Laughter and distress and wrath
In this years my agony
The sympathy
Still torments me
My pain will live
In your own death

I hope that into this morning
Sun will explode on me
I hope that into this crawling
The floor will subside with me
I embrace this mutation
Now I hear laughing within me
Seven days for seven questions
And the padlock still never opened
I hope that into this morning
Sun will explode on me
I hope that into this crawling
The floor will exchange for me
I believe in everything
I believe we never die
And that we're never born
I believe we were forever
... Seasons
... Madness
... Amen

Resolving a riddle
To enter the maze
To find an exit
For another riddle
To discover colors
We've never seen before
... Colors
That never have been before
Crossing the never sailing to nowhere
In madness the answer we never know
Crossing the never sailing to nowhere
In madness the answer we ever knew
...Give up...

I will embrace this mutation
I hear now laughing within me
Seven days for seven creations
And the padlock will be closed forever
I hope that into this morning
Sun will explode on me
I hope that into this crawling
The floor will subside upon me
I hope that into this morning
I hope that into this morning
I hope that into this crawling...

What have they done to you?
What's this smell on your skin?
Let me embrace you again
Let me take you on this bed... Laying together again
Let me love you once more (no life nor death on that bed, but...)
So you would remember (just a woman and a man...)
How to breathe and why eyes must be opened (laying together again...)
Eyes must be opened...

Now our passion is ripe,
There's no reason to talk, my swan
Just return to me your beautiful smile
Or I will go back to that grave
To find it and pray that
Your Death will be just a bad dream
Your pale nudity
It seems the very seed of life
Shining on your livid lips
That night has kissed so hard...

So hard
Why? You won't listen me
Caress me
So just let me
Follow you
Straight to the hell
Far from this hell
Wake up...the sun has come,
Our night, this time, is really gone...
The silence devours even my last sighs
Please freeze my screaming heart,
Please...

Laying together again
Laying together again
No life nor death on that bed
But just a woman and a man...
Laying together again
Tears won't wake up the dead
Laying together again
Laying

You can hide in my arms
If the Sky unleashes his fury
For He's betrayed
In your heart lays my sight
For all the things
I've searched and looked for...
My end belongs to your beginning
My death will follow your blossom
My eyes will seek your hands forever
Oh thou, pale tulip of mine
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?
In Night I came to you
Or There were born our kisses
And pleasures breathe so far from the Sun

Envious by the grace
That shines in light of yours
A sweet damnation fell on my breath
Since then I can't but look for you
Wearing a mask of Night
For There were born our dreams
My end belongs to your beginning
My death will follow your blossom
My eyes will haunt your life forever...
Our fields will be forever
Visible to no one
That can't reach the light above us
...so dim...
I hold within my fever
Your Eyes as pure as water
Never I will chase Them in the Sun
Cause Sun is only a vision
A strange kind of illusion
Night is the only mother we have
Wait is my own father

Stained by your blood
And by the crowd that daze me
Invoking your weeps and my spear
Deep within your wounds
But what's this void in my veins...
This strange fear inside...
Why the hell am I crying?
Why can I feel all your nails...

Feel all your thorns and all your pain?
But why can I feel all your thirst
Feel all your sadness, hear all the voices in your brain?...
It's kind I knew your last hope
And all your temptations hiding
Glitter in few pieces of gold
God, fool or just man
Anyway your betrayed eyes will look on for years and years
And so you've crucified us
Why can I feel all your nails...
And all the scorns...feel all your fear?
But why can I see your defeat
And that you're dying but no one to help you...
Where is your Lord now? He's looking at me?

"(...)But when they came to Jesus, they saw that he was dead already, so they didn't break his legs. One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and blood and water flowed out.(...) "A bone of him shall not be broken. And again another scripture saith, They shall look on him whom they pierced" [John, 19:37]

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year
What freezing have I felt, what dark days seen
With old December's bareness everywhere

And yet this time remov'd was summer's time
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase
Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime
Like widowed wombs
After their Lord's decease

Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of Orphans, and unfathered fruit
For Summer and his pleasures wait on thee
And thou away, the very birds are mute

Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale
Dreading the winter's near

The mirror watches
He's hiding
Yet knows he's everywhere
A swarm of faithful flies
That unconditionally love Him
Like a festering fruit
He creates the void in his eyes
Paints Himself by shades of red
With drops of absinthe
And laudanum
In that wretched Sundays
That fast become violet
Then black
Limbs in gangrene in a crippled body
The guest in the mirror
Hopes that night would give him
A gleam of nasty pleasure
In a life so tiresome

The guest awaits
His moment for He knows He won't go too far
Soon He will be back with His prey so young
And scary, but beautiful like a summer's morning
The hunger will be satisfied for just a moment
Alas! he wants more and more and more...
Crying, He watches
While He's eating
No face lives
No sound tunes
Forbidden meals that intoxicate more than wine
A sleepless killer
And an hopeless sinner
Enslaved by his own beauty
That now shines once more
Deep in that mirror
Soon thirsty again
And again...the guest will wait.