SALOME (english)

the grey barracks, love's distance
a tremor shaves off the morning dew
a beautiful, superfluous phrase; love's nonsense
oh, the magnificent, beloved darkness
following the disturbance, a stage upon the bedsheet
loosely entwined fingers
in passion, this hand of indecent affection, he who begins trembling,
the dawn that won't come to your scarlet lips
i, on top of you, while he is suffering,
will not let go until i finish
and that sigh turns white
don't ruin it, don't make me speak
there is no love in this pool of blood
i have one wish for you
i just want you to smile, that's all
the pomegranate that blossomed red,
bloomed in my ripened dream
what fascinates me is, as if on a tightrope
the dizzying affair
as far as the sound that rang out, soaked
and completely sodden
the poisonous arm that begins to link us, a shadow in the twilight
in the flawed container of your true spirit, the volume wavers
upon this extreme act, the rain of love i taste
frightened and suffering, i declare this love
what, you love me?
don't make me laugh
i will forget this unrealized love
i swear on your HEAD