[Poetry] The Peaceful Black Monday

[English Translation]
Peaceful Black Monday.
Flaming Turquoise
Cherubim Feathers of the Abstract
Like flowers, laughing and whispering
Visible or invisible diamond dust

Wake up late as ever.
Have a snack, breakfast, lunch, whatever.
A cup of amber Darjeeling tea.

Tepid shower
My hair has grown back a lot.
I'm sweating furiously.
It's like coming out of a sauna.

Arcangelo Corelli.

The melody of the great power and another great power that will never be intertwined
Pleasure and discomfort.
Hope for as many corpses as there are corpses.
Even in dissonance, there is beauty in dissonance.
The glory of mid-heaven amber-gold and the February frosts that warmly protect the budding of the earth

Let's roll out the tablecloth as plain as turquoise,
And examine the endless stories

En vain! l’Azur triomphe, et je l’entends qui chante

Dans les cloches. Mon âme, il se fait voix pour plus

Nous faire peur avec sa victoire méchante,

Et du métal vivant sort en bleus angelus!

Thou art a beautiful sight at the edge of the sky.
Thou art the source of life, the Living Splendor.

When thou comest up from the eastern horizon
Thou shalt fill all the land with beauty

Thou shine beautifully and nobly over all nations.

Thy light encompasses the nations, even to the ends of all that Thou hast made.
Thou art far apart, but thy light is on earth.
Thou art in the presence of men, but thy steps are indistinguishable.

When thou dost sink to the west, the earth is caught in darkness as in death.

The people will wrap their heads and sleep in their rooms.

No eye can see another eye.



Every lion shall come out of his hole, and every crawling thing shall come out and stab a man.

And the thatch of night has fallen, and the world is silent.

The Maker rests beyond the horizon.

When thou comest up from the horizon, the darkness shall be driven away.

People will awaken and rise up and go about their work throughout the world.

The amber gold of the middle heaven is
Only the fall of the wise remains.
Like a night burglar.
The cherubim of the abstract.
slip in through the window.
The Ephemeral Resistance Fan

Eat lunch or dinner... or whatever it is.
Take a hefty dose of pills that have been sneaked into
Your pocket like a handgun.

Yes, if I were a hatter and had been invited to a tea party for a few days
Taking advantage of the "lull" that comes after the delirium.
Someone, preferably a doctor, who just happened to catch sight of
I will kill him in cold blood.

Somewhere in the Southland, on the old harbor dock.
A nervous painter, single-mindedly.
Sinking, trying to leave fresh blood on the canvas
Hit him with a boxing match.
But he didn't make it.
Yes, it's always too late for everything.
Sadly and beautifully left behind, tabula rasa like a bloody cow