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