Thirty Coins Of Judas

FreezingBreath which slowly obscuresThe mirrorIn the refuge of the spirit, silentWind which dries sweat ? dropsThat escaped from ingenuityAnd then were hidden by astuteness,Tear my look which is too nearAnd too severe today.The confused imagesBounce on moving walls,While every expression suddenly comes backWithout a new sender and the crowd is dispersedAnd the figuresAre deformed through luxurious empty rooms.Now the feet sink in the solitudeBeasts marked with the fireIgnorance is vanishingAnd conviction vacillatesAlong the brim line of your tomorrowWhile only one blow will make the pillarsWhich sustain it tremble.This is our body, we are not the messiah andWe are not looking for prayers,This is our blood,FreezingBreath which slowly obscuresAnd in the humid warmth,We will patiently wait for the unionOf dawn and dusk,Digging with bare handsWe are aloneTo nourish the desire of useless eyelidsOn faces of ceramic.Beasts marked with the fire