Disappear

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Remanence

The city resumed its tedious uproar
The night spread like a longing for tears
I had just exhausted my last hopes
I will not see the wide carefree skies again

Fated to rare and dreadful splendors
I embrace your lovely ghost on my cold mattress
Then swipe mindlessly on a screen of dread
Where strategists excite, execute, replicate

Society splits into bloodthirsty tribes
Brutes, ideologues, cruel joy and rancor
Love degenerates into bitter revenge
We’ve never written so much about happiness

I nod my head, on the edge of the infinite
I don’t know where I am. I am not from here.
The city reappears in a dying flash
With tiny bird cries, charming and terrifying

Like a riddled wreck, half-submerged
Like a fake love bound to forgetting
I sink gently into the abolished sands
One day I’ll return to the purified land

Hookup

Nice, ordinary boy, in an uncluttered room
He kneels down and says hello
And of course, gives me head without stopping the TV
His Google Pixel beeps ; others wait for their turn

Manga figurines lined up on a shelf
Photographs pinned to a corkboard
We all need our snow globe
A small, ordered world where nothing ever breaks down

Cables, a bit of powder, and a single bed
Minimal existence ; we hold on, we function.
You wanna stay a bit ? It’s late, no thanks.
I walk away from the building ; I know nothing about him.

Students leaving for Erasmus probably feel like a new season of the TV series is about to start.

There will be new settings, sexual possibilities, maybe sentimental ones ; exoticism and the difficulty in communicating make these things easier.

They walk with confidence, carried by the theme song — and for a while, the thought of global disaster leaves them.

Years pile up our corpses,
False joys and beloved bodies.
We close our failed lives.
The night is vast.
Our eyes are empty.

Transparency

The agency’s office had a large window
The man was thirty-five, wearing a Mickey T-shirt
Near a fake coleus, he processed data
His movements were cautious, his smile frozen

At eight o’clock, he returned to his apartment
His limbs and thoughts stirred faintly
Then socio-images covered his mind
And a dark sleep loosened his weary body

In the middle of the night our breaths entwined
Your eyes held and shattered me
We floated far from everything, in a fatal dream
Our gazes spoke the final promise

The image masters walk in a funeral step
And their micro-legends vanish before our eyes
Beneath the photogenic and vaguely hostile sky
The image masters move through the darkness

They belong to numbers. They know the laws.
The movements of their lips and their blinking lashes
Seem almost authentic. The dusk is sad and blue
The landscape beautiful, and man does not exist

Twilight

The kitchen clock utters its death song
You carry your troubled wounds and consolations
Silence and furniture shelter old regrets
The evening falls, bearer of bitter turmoil
The kitchen clock utters its death song

You remember the naive, elemental times
The sailors with broad hands, the sacrificed soldiers
The acrid and warm smells, your father’s wise words
You ran, amazed, across the valley
You remember the naive, elemental times

And the photographs with cruel smiles
Slowly tear apart the remnants of existence
A few shards remain, each day less real
Fleeting joys ; fragments of consciousness
And the photographs with cruel smiles

Suffering ricochets on the black water of life
You're alone in the night and you see the chaos
You would want to find the lost worlds again
Return, beautiful and glad, to the original shores
Suffering ricochets on the black water of life

Some have glimpsed the ineffable light
The immense gulf of love, the presences, their smiles
You remember the times when men truly existed
The pain is too strong ; sometimes, you want to leave
Some have glimpsed the ineffable light

Conglomerate of solitudes
In a dirty, creaking train car
Pale and smiling misery
The heavy weight of exactness

Explosion of petty rancors
In front of the coffee machine
Between two dopamine hits
We keep killing each other

Shredded innocence
Inside the vile machine of desires
We must please and possess
Love and destroy each other

Conditioned for defeat
We cross abstract lives
A flat and unreal Eden
A clean and functional void

A young woman swipes like an insect
Her gaze anxious and dimmed
Her lips tense and moistened
She clings to the gleam of nothing

Tutorials, slices of humor
Childish rage and soulless songs
Promises of fun, glamorous escapes
Irony humiliating the dramas

Cuddled like wounded kittens
In our emotional chrysalises
We await the unjustified
The effective consolation

Trapped in the web of desires
Like doomed flies
We feel the night widen
Exiled from ourselves. Purged.

You lay beneath the soft, gentle sun
I loved to watch you in your half-sleep ;
I loved your distant gaze, on the edge of waking
Flickering in bursts across your happy face

You breathed, peaceful as a sky splitting apart
A lazy smile slid across your face
I'd forgotten everything. We could've been in India.
Strange vibrations moved through the air.

I see your eyes clearly in the vast dark
It’s almost always the same dream, the same words
There was a world touched by hope
When the outlines fade, I can feel your skin

We watch the city
Melt into the night
Two fugitives,
Two children on an island

You give me your fear
You hold my pain
I see you. I kiss you.
My existence fades away

A sudden breathlessness —
I am completely lost
Your pure, unsteady eyes
Shape my destiny

At times I have known unreal moments ;
Pure anomalies, strangely familiar,
Like the remnants of an illuminated world,
Moving like dreams, splendid and boundless.

The eye of the void is certain ; it condenses, it destroys,
And it is the origin. Reality is but noise.
There is another world ; we sometimes brush against it—
An endless ocean of beauty and joy.

We walked upon the earth
Among the conifers
Our steps were weightless
A mysterious absence
Moved within us
And danced in the light
Now we know
We never truly lived
Not really —
No more than a dream