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But what can those eyes see we cannot?
Towards what dreamlike or inner spaces are they turned?
What elsewhere do they witness?

  • But what can those eyes see we cannot?

    But what can those eyes see we cannot?

  • Towards what dreamlike or inner spaces are they turned? What elsewhere do they witness?

    Towards what dreamlike or inner spaces are they turned?
    What elsewhere do they witness?

  • And they want us to believe angels have no sex? So what about those languid poses, those so delicate wrists,

    And they want us to believe angels have no sex?
    So what about those languid poses, those so delicate wrists,

  • those so sweet eyes and faces, those so sensual movements,

    those so sweet eyes and faces, those so sensual movements,

  • those unveiling legs,

    those unveiling legs,

  • those so carnal shapes under those light fabrics?

    those so carnal shapes under those light fabrics?

  • Ah, feeling the beat of their heart, capturing a spark in those eyes that is not from me, seeing at last those stretching arms reach their aim,

    Ah, feeling the beat of their heart, capturing a spark in those eyes that is not from me, seeing at last those stretching arms reach their aim,

  • accepting those roses they offer me, feeling those fingers holding mine…

    accepting those roses they offer me, feeling those fingers holding mine…

  • And getting it over with those chaste caresses on those metallic faces with such a strange touch: they are only echoing the warmth my fingers infuse them with…

    And getting it over with those chaste caresses on those metallic faces with such a strange touch: they are only echoing the warmth my fingers infuse them with…

  • And why not feeling the wind of those mightily still wings,

    And why not feeling the wind of those mightily still wings,

  • the softness of those quivering feathers waiting for taking flight, and that majestic flight, unreal of easiness,

    the softness of those quivering feathers waiting for taking flight, and that majestic flight, unreal of easiness,

  • that would take me away from that fatal world, a place where that sand glass would no more symbolize anything.

    that would take me away from that fatal world, a place where that sand glass would no more symbolize anything.

Location: Montréal (Canada)
Year: 2004