everything is in reach of my senses
the birds stuffed as signs
the waiting for the must to turn to wine
your eyes confined in the lamp
here, above the vampire stories
and the dream of music scales
the gentle habits of my room
to follow me to my nightly rendez-vous
to choose the ghosts in my small fingers
everything is here, within my reach and sight
mysteries, countries and centuries that follow
everything but me, I am even far from myself
memories of life drive me apart