How long will it go this hurricane?
Let me go,
open the sails and put the boat on high sea.
Water is deep and blue,
wind is strong and I want to do it again
Tonight I will break the vow of moon and bring it down.
Who knows where I land, the school of sharks or turbulent isle
the body will be lowered to feed the hungry waves.
I was used to upheavals up and down,
up and down and slept on pillow of clouds
who will wash the mirror today.
I am not going to die, not now
but for ever I will cleave,
my body, my soul, my thoughts
into thousand pieces,
each will grow into I.
Floral and thorned,
rosy and scented
opening like a tribute to fetishes of yore
The spirit must live.