Trust

Baleful and stormy nights on the wings of a lonely consoler, Beneath smiles a silken aureole, not another brawler, Heaven and Earth keep downloading another torrent or reddish candles, And murmur sets out mediocrity but the teeth rip the chemisette With vigour as a kibitzer I observe a pair of lovers Burning up the easy-chair they are on. Charmed are all attentions given from the heart, Yet my ambition is to cut the wrist of the archangel Spilling the blood in an anecdote that radiates warmth and precision, Without looking for a reason behind such a decision. I want dancers to surround me And when the curtains drop, my coat is off. Never too capricious to be undesired at any immoral banquet, Firmly standing upright with the scales of justice in hand I am the keeper of my echoes that bounce of mountains of lust Do not worship icons nor the Saints, earn my trust.