Le tombeau d’Aphrodite - Version 2 (2004)

Carrion Remember the object we saw, my soul,
This beautiful summer morning so sweet:
At the bend of a path an infamous carrion
On a bed strewn with pebbles, Legs in the air, like a lustful woman,
Scorching and sweating poisons,
Opened in a nonchalant and cynical way
Her belly full of excitement. The sun shone on this rot,
As in order to cooked to perfection,
And to give back to great Nature a hundredfold
Everything she had joined together … - And yet you will be like this garbage,
To this horrible infection,
Star of my eyes, sun of my nature,
You, my angel and my passion! Yes ! such you will be, O queen of graces,
After the last rites,
When you go, under the grass and the lush flowers,
Mold among the bones. Amors, oh my beauty! tell the vermin
Who will eat you with kisses,
That I kept the divine form and essence
Of my decomposed loves!