Encouragement With Candy

early poem

In the hands of the night beatific

dreaming dreams, life sighing,

me sat down to imagine the result

be a bug without fondness.

Then ... oh, horror!, I cried again,

past and dead and old scars

I did not want to feel or smell,

no longer wanted to take the flags.

Because this cool breeze caressing my face

not know yesterday,

and as add Papasseit

"love l'Oblitas pervers ".

Because this new tag that blocks the sun barely

only to return more whole

know that I hope to lie dark

when the truth comes out for a walk with my half-sleep.

Because these bells that flood my consciousness

have no science

lie than to love.