Opal reflections of inaccurate memories,
Uncultivated hopes in a suffocated oblivion.
I look for the key to each one of my mere anxieties.
Silence greets me. Ruthless. Clear.
I do not feel peace or security.
But the ecstasy of this anguish calms down and disappears.
Not one imaginary ideal in which you can indulge.
Realities that I distort and overload.
Kristallnacht at Rue des Trois Frères
Opal reflections of inaccurate memories, Uncultivated hopes in a suffocated oblivion. I look for the key to each one of my mere anxieties. Silence greets me. Ruthless. Clear. I do not feel peace or security. But the ecstasy of this anguish calms down and disappears. Not one imaginary ideal in which you can indulge. Realities that I distort and overload.