Girl with blonde hair

epiphany of an abstract feeling

Love? No, let’s not talk about it, 

certainly one should not speak of what is ineffable.

Eyes the color of honey,

a delicacy in its natural state,

but also a poison if…

The monsters that dwell

in the gaps in his memory

go out to hunt.

She definitely comes from heaven,

with her white, white complexion

as the cloud that accompanies me.

She can read in my eyes 

that I really love her,

I love her but she’s not for me.

candid lexicon pronounced

by that mouth with a taste of wild strawberry

the flavor I trade, but 

it does not belong to me.

She gives off a natural aroma

Maison Margiela, the smell of summer,

of madness… She…

So sweet and extraordinary,

qualities that are not for me.

Love? No, let’s not talk about it,

certainly one should not speak of what is ineffable.