I remember 

Your heavenly face underwater

Admiring its whiteness 

Under the moon rays 

And the life going out 

Of your magnificent wounds

Wraps up of red your naked flesh



On your pearly nails, the subdued light

Gleam under water in a deep silence

And your veins, in a complexe network

Draw on your skin tree roots



You who sleep for ever 

In your cold shroud

Shall the disgrace fall on 

Your holy misfortune



Which sentences for its crime

Your suicided spirit

And puts on its face

An accusing appearance



You, who sleep for ever 

In your cold shroud

Shall the disgrace fall on 

Your holy misfortune



Your dark hair, as an oil slick

Stays on the surface, refusing to sink

It tries to make believe of a last hope

It dances on the waves, unlifed, unlifed