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Night Observatories
Night Observatories #13
The eyes of your glare are staring at me
and the bounties of these endless nights have pierced the fruit of my body
to pollute the dreams of the faded desires remains my only emergency
exit to escape from your domain, cemetery invaded by the brambles
and the nettles when your scimitar impales my needs
what other secret would you like to know? You whose heart fades
away each time it bites.
Night Observatories #14
The endocrine moons spill out the venom and our final moods
the nebulous rockets bury the demons under the rocky ground
tomorrow it will be covered with tomb-stones
and from our observatories we will taunt the greyish pretences strutting
in the black air of our joys and the nocturnal germs deviate from their
chilly places and stay speechless when our bodies undress in the pale
light of the street lamps of our lunar amphitheatres.
Night Observatories #15
Fruit of the imagination of a young musician, the black notes pour their venom
on the surface of the golden ponds
they monitor the swans singing choruses in honour of the divine criminal ices
which find waterways to emerge from the melodious darkness
and in the tortured mind of the child the passionate emotions of the earliest
experiments – delicate and fortuitous – emerge.
Night Observatories #16
The curtain opens on the fickle sisters and crucifixes are planted in
their trembling flesh while the divine psalms punish and make them the last elected.
My hands went into the sovereign depths of lust, now they come out bleeding
and covered with stinking blisters.
Night Observatories #13
The eyes of your glare are staring at me
and the bounties of these endless nights have pierced the fruit of my body
to pollute the dreams of the faded desires remains my only emergency
exit to escape from your domain, cemetery invaded by the brambles
and the nettles when your scimitar impales my needs
what other secret would you like to know? You whose heart fades
away each time it bites.
Night Observatories #14
The endocrine moons spill out the venom and our final moods
the nebulous rockets bury the demons under the rocky ground
tomorrow it will be covered with tomb-stones
and from our observatories we will taunt the greyish pretences strutting
in the black air of our joys and the nocturnal germs deviate from their
chilly places and stay speechless when our bodies undress in the pale
light of the street lamps of our lunar amphitheatres.
Night Observatories #15
Fruit of the imagination of a young musician, the black notes pour their venom
on the surface of the golden ponds
they monitor the swans singing choruses in honour of the divine criminal ices
which find waterways to emerge from the melodious darkness
and in the tortured mind of the child the passionate emotions of the earliest
experiments – delicate and fortuitous – emerge.
Night Observatories #16
The curtain opens on the fickle sisters and crucifixes are planted in
their trembling flesh while the divine psalms punish and make them the last elected.
My hands went into the sovereign depths of lust, now they come out bleeding
and covered with stinking blisters.