You are my red rose
You are my champaign
You are the city of neon where my heart gets lost in your mysteries
You are the fire burning me
You are my loving wound
You are this beloved and dull suffering of life
You are my walk of silks and ferns
That leads to this deserted shore
At the twilight of our moist feet
At the dawn of sensuous saltings
You are the happy eternity
of every instant

cyrill duneau