des poèmes et des autres gribouillages
Then I have bought you the wrong present, I believe, Here, between your hands, is placed my heart, But that is not what you want, that is not what you want. Perhaps you find it disgusting that a living organ Is taken out of the body and handed out to...
I shall not dwell in your abode, I shall not eat what you shall eat And we won’t share a bed. Between four walls of clay and wet I will not live and have not yet. Between a window a door, I have been sleeping, but no more. To hide my being from the night...
You wake up every morning and drink your tea. You take the tea bag and place it in the garbage can. You eat breakfast, you lock your house, you descend some stairs and climb others. You share the same space with other people you don’t care about, but...
I had a dream last night. You were standing next to my bed and you took my hand, made it warm. Then took a knife, it was there on the nightstand, it had been there the entire night, and you slowly slit open my arm, from elbow to my wrist and removed the...
J’ai te rencontré dans un matin, sur ma peau. Tu étais l à , cach é entre mes doigts comme une petite tache de naissance. Ma petite Blaue Blume, ton temps est arriv é , je dois te tuer. Comme ç a, ta tige se sépare de ta corolle, oh, non, non, non, il...
