NINTH hour the stranger takes hold of my soul
making its way in winter and hunger pale
at a doorstop there you bend over in the night
to consult your life the one transcribed
the one where you shivered from loving so
before the closed door you counted the hours
you didn't know how to discover your soul
nor to welcome sorrow in the abandoned heart
past the twelfth hour consults its memory
to grasp again the agony
to see once more the setting of a desire deceased
the morning surprised them foamy and rose
through the blue window the heart swollen with joy
and the lovely sleeping one the day the stranger

STRANGER scarred body blue soul
she offers herself tornado at the height of the summer
lightly the wave splashes in the face of the sky
blessed the hearts dilated in the light
hearts lost somewhere in the white house over
there at the edge of the sea where the rays dance
there was a secret familiar guard
this impatience /candelabra summer
beginning summer it was going to end a
hell of the dreams told
unaccomplished there remains only the dulled tension
of the hearts tossed about in the bus stations in
paradise hearts dazzled in the marvelous
instant of unknown abandon strange blue

BLUE the trance bears away the incandescent soul
far from the town where our heavy dreams strut
from having dreamed aloud exchanged
their secrets in broad daylight it's the Borâq mare
she rises winged tipsy and trembles at coming closer
she looks in my soul and the silent soul
vainly the heart brings back to life the imprint effaced
look how once more your life stretches forth into the void
in the eye which envelops the sadness of the beast
whom you question she doesn't reply
on the earth the sky a cloak scarcely covering
the evening something's bleeding she stays silent
transported in the emptiness of her soul healed
mingling with her vein incandescent

INCANDESCENT my soul / …incandescent/ dawn
in the dawn's palm loving heart
a pebble splits open as if loving
on the sand dawn singles out a gem
rose tremors and caresses bear the heart to the soul
successive dawns will have polished the texture
how is it that the mother of pearl settles there spark
at the first ray upon the sand among the pebbles
this one alone standing in the sun in the white
of summer - facing the songs - terraces
a season our souls are white with fire
on the blind terrace are rejoicing limestone
waves and breezes murmuring in the blue of the gem
your gaze /echoing the sea heart dawn

DAWN one then the other the cords slip Those Knotted
with evil spells… reintegrate the eye low the repair
when the two lovers wake up it is broad daylight
in the secret of their soul the table is set
I slept well /he says/ you sleep very well /she says/
it's good when love is violent as you make it
I did nothing he says it's a trick of fate
it's not my body and we shall die from it
for the moment the two beds were joined the window
opened on the dream to come rose blue and musk
the summer at its apogee enchanted them
this setting once struck the souls without a heart
torment each other in listening to the romance unknotted
and Those in the dawn watching already knotted hands