Upon the buttress of his heart waved his adopted flag
his tongue sung another
and his soul flew on Latin dreams observant
of the nobility of thought.

A chance meeting crossed their paths,
two strange creatures
diametric opposites, pushing, pulling
according to electric currents
pulsing through the air.

From Eiffel Tower she spied
Icarus plummet to erda.
Three thousand plus furlongs à la Mer.
La tragédie est une fosse dans le sol.

Elle pose donc du chocolat et une rose et souffle des bisous.
Ses yeux mouillés.
The Labyrinths reach, far too long.
La libertà è tutt’altro che raggiungibile.



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