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