3 poems to 3 poets that drive me crazy with pleasure and pain...

 
Baudelaire's lost poem.


This will be the last you'll hear from me,
withered pernicious flower.
Silent scream!

Bloodstained.
One second, one moment,
then the shadow disappears...

  … from a broken heart!





Lovecraft gave me a broken heart.


The curtain closes!
An eternal dislike...
yet we continue in sin.

In the end, the shadow disappears,
we are deprived of its light forever…

In madness forever.





Poe's Spicy Christmas.

 
Blood cheeks.
Dark, tormented vision.

Sad empty Christmas!
An empty pitcher on the table,
an empty heart broken by hand.

A bluish smile.
A flash, an instant...

Rest in peace!


PAR