See come the times when shaking on their stems
Each flower evaporates like an incense burner
The perfumes and the sounds turn in the evening air
Melancholy waltz and langourous ecstasy
Each flower evaporates like an incense burner
The violin trembles like a distressed heart
Melancholy waltz and langourous ecstasy
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar
The violin trembles like a distressed heart
A tender heart that hates the great black nothingness
The sky is sad and beautiful like a great altar
The sun is drowned in its congealing blood
A tender heart that hates the great black nothingness
Of the luminous past collects every trace
The sun is drowned in its congealing blood
Your memory in me shines like a monstrance
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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