![The regular features, The impassive face, Of an out of reach beauty, Indifferent.](occulti/angels-3/visage_impassible.jpg)
The regular features,
The impassive face,
Of an out of reach beauty,
Indifferent.
![Carved reflection in the matter Of a celestial light, Desirable sensuality, Of such a nimble arm.](occulti/angels-3/bras.jpg)
Carved reflection in the matter
Of a celestial light,
Desirable sensuality,
Of such a nimble arm.
![Even when the load is too heavy, When shoulders are weighed down by emotions, When decency is hidden in the arms, The face remains impassive, The perfect features unaltered, Like a secret so badly kept.](occulti/angels-3/emotions.jpg)
Even when the load is too heavy,
When shoulders are weighed down by emotions,
When decency is hidden in the arms,
The face remains impassive,
The perfect features unaltered,
Like a secret so badly kept.
![No tear fills those empty sockets, For no feeling is strong enough To throw off matter Or else in mime and pretense.](occulti/angels-3/visage_cache.jpg)
No tear fills those empty sockets,
For no feeling is strong enough
To throw off matter
Or else in mime and pretense.
![Yet we can guess under the surface A skull alike ours, And in those blind eyes disdaining us, We project the crazed hope Of an uncertain presence Of which we could be jealous.](occulti/angels-3/crane.jpg)
Yet we can guess under the surface
A skull alike ours,
And in those blind eyes disdaining us,
We project the crazed hope
Of an uncertain presence
Of which we could be jealous.
![As if a sign would be enough For those eyes at last to turn And for ours to cross a look Which would not be full of nothing.](occulti/angels-3/detourne.jpg)
As if a sign would be enough
For those eyes at last to turn
And for ours to cross a look
Which would not be full of nothing.
![And finally what is to say Of those roses we are offered? Let’s remain demure of that naivety: We will never be true lovers.](occulti/angels-3/roses.jpg)
And finally what is to say
Of those roses we are offered?
Let’s remain demure of that naivety:
We will never be true lovers.
Location: Montreal (Canada)
Year: 2003