oh shadow!
who knows in what corner
of the drink, at what time,
you thought life was wonderful.

you put on your idiot face
and you were happy.
you felt like you loved
the basics. you spoke to
the stones, and took out
of your pocket the splendour
of a saint with which you
look so damn good.

they all said, to one side!
and passed over silently.
since that time you have
been in a bad mood.

you are bothered by people
and even in the dream,
you do not see anything.

you’re thin like the wind
and hear voices with your
heart. you are almost like
your statue.

it is a fear of something,
of anything,
of everything.

we wake up with fear.
fear walks under our skin
and slips through our body
like a snake.

you are fragile like
a sheet of air.

imperfect, mortal daughter of men
fright, the madness of the blind,
the rag of the wind,
the muzzle of cold,
the knife of silence,
the stoning river.

a viper with a child,
the agony of an ox,
a witch on fire,
a stained rose.