The clock

The clock marks the time
A continuous, nerve-wracking sound
A deafening silence
In this empty room without you
I search for your image
 

From the street, confused voices
I wait for you and listen to them
Women laughing
But among these voices, you’re not here
No, you’re still not here
 

Too many times I’ve already forgiven you
How long will I be able to bear it?
I’d like to kill you
Like the rabid dog that, for no reason
Bites its master
 

The clock marks the time
Finally, you’ve returned
Now I crawl at your feet
You’re the queen, I ask you:
“Do what you want with me”
 

Tidings from London

Rail tracks drawn in white chalk on the brick pavement
Memories take me back in time
You were ten, and I was seven
Inside the rainbow colors of blown bubble gum
Romance burst and vanished
 

Old tales swayed to the pipes of men
Gathered at that pub on Abbey Road
One, with an anchor on his arm, just like Popeye
With those blue eyes of yours sparkling
You said that you'd become a sailor
 

Just try smiling, que sera sera
The night my mother told me those words were Spanish
I was shedding tears from my first kiss
 

On the morning I suddenly returned to Japan
That copper coin you handed me is now rusted
Just try smiling, que sera sera
Life is like a dream over in a flash
The thick fog of that London morning
 

The Song of the Jailer

'Where are you going, dear jailer
With that key stained with blood?'
I'm going to free my beloved
If I'm still in time
 

I had locked her inside
Tenderly, cruelly
In the cell of my desire
In the depths of my torment
In the lies of the future
In the stupidity of the oath
 

I want to free her
I want her to be free
And even to forget me
And even to leave me
And even to return
To love me again
Or to love another
 

And if she loves another
And I remain alone
And she will have left
I will keep only
I will keep for life
In the hollow of my hands
Until the last day
The sweetness of her breasts
Molded by love
 

Albatross

I see, on the tips of your fingers, dancing
Your dreams, while long shadows now
Fall upon the steps of Harlequin who goes
On the sweet lips of Harlequin, who knows
How to give silver and sun to your smile
Who knows how to choose the colors for us
 

Almost like a temple without the darkness of time
I see your bare profile leaning over me
Softly, God smiles in his azure passing
Now that, in its flight, the albatross will join
The pure silences of that sky, which already
Plays with the light for us