Darkness is so close!
The night peeks around the corner,
black as the cup
of coffee
I usually drink at midnight.

Autumn? Before it returns,
I will be able to calm
prophetic dreams, to trap
the wind
that seizes life
with an icy, almost dead hand.

I want to see in you
a signpost that will reveal to me
the solution to this mystery.
My time loves
the needles of still young stars,
delights in the rain
that allows it to satisfy
its need for fear.

Why is there so much
sadness in your future?
Will I find a body
that was deliberately stolen?

I made a mistake by giving you
my loneliness. I didn't want to love
in such a way that insomnia
would become yours too.

Incarnate longing, come back
before I discover in you the immensity
of the purple star, of bottomless dreams,
of the yearly melancholy.

I cover myself with you
as if with my first breath, I hear your
whisper, so similar to the rustle
of firstborn tears. I close the window
behind me, I look for a world
too distant for my heart
to beat unimpeded.

I am trying to fly above borders
of the hills, above barricades
of light - so that the last flaw in me dies,
so that time, given to melancholy,
in incompatible words, awakens.

I would like to feed myself with
your distance, but I know that my body
cannot boast of touch.
I have overcome this night.
I will free myself from the stars.

The Dark Messiah, I bring you
the Sun on a silver plater
of conscience, hungry for hope.
I give you back the tenderness,
fertility and freedom
that you constantly pursue.

I am not the same word
that escaped from your lips.
I do not associate myself
with the thought that wounds
the thin skin of the mind.

The Dark Messiah, take off
these shackles from yourself,
throw off the thorny shadow
from your back.
I will dance so that you will hear
about my existence.

I will fall in love with you
so much that all people will doubt
the proximity of heaven.
Distracted, enslaved by a glass dream,
I delight in the journey
of your hands on the map
of my body.

The Dark Messiah, I have found enough
truth in myself to resurrect
the overpopulated lie.

I hear the whisper of newborn thoughts.
I hear your words
touching chords of my loneliness.
With blossoming fingers
I comb desires,
so similar to ripe ears of rye
that will soon yield a harvest
in the form of faith, hope and passion.

I look at myself in the cracked mirror
of my gaze again - I enjoy the depths
of sea waves, emeralds
so painfully bottomless
that I lose control over my heartbeat.

My sleepless lips meet a kiss - a touch
so imprudent that the last stars
fall silent, the northern sky
kneels in mid-sentence,
the dawn tactfully turns its face away.

I do not want to admire you through
the cloudy glass of everyday life;
I demand all your senses,
the freshness of the first spring rain,
days never seen before,
a passion so fervent that the Sun
loses its shadow
and the night forgets to turn off the light.

I'm delving into reality that will never
belong to us. I wrap myself
in the black fur of the night
to understand
how long someone
has to wait to renounce hope.

You come closer to me, I hear
the persistent whisper of your body.
I embrace dreams,
I enjoy the taste of thoughts.

Sewn to the breast of heaven,
I want to prove
to you that silence
is braver than a scream.

My heart is withering in me. Future
I didn't deserve is coming to an end.
Kiss me in remembrance.
Dress up my frozen heart.

Taken in by this desolate,
overworked planet,
I am in love with your sunrise.
The hour of resurrection
in me will be an introduction
to the past.

Light will not save me,
I will not free
myself from silence. Kiss me
the penultimate time, give me the touch
from which the bravest run away.