Thirty Coins Of Judas

Freezing

Breath which slowly obscures

The mirror

In the refuge of the spirit, silent

Wind which dries sweat ? drops

That escaped from ingenuity

And then were hidden by astuteness,

Tear my look which is too near

And too severe today.

The confused images

Bounce on moving walls,

While every expression suddenly comes back

Without a new sender and the crowd is dispersed

And the figures

Are deformed through luxurious empty rooms.

Now the feet sink in the solitude

Beasts marked with the fire

Ignorance is vanishing

And conviction vacillates

Along the brim line of your tomorrow

While only one blow will make the pillars

Which sustain it tremble.

This is our body, we are not the messiah and

We are not looking for prayers,

This is our blood,

Freezing

Breath which slowly obscures

And in the humid warmth,

We will patiently wait for the union

Of dawn and dusk,

Digging with bare hands

We are alone

To nourish the desire of useless eyelids

On faces of ceramic.

Beasts marked with the fire