43° - Soror Dolorosa

Crackles in my veins

That’s not a shame

To fall asleep on a carpet of dead

And to have a mournful disease

43° in my veins

And the sun blows inside my head

At the light of this dying winter

My body wasn’t used to embrace

Until the crackling in my veins

The limit of degrees is reached

Before being considered as a clinic dead

43° in my head

43 enough to flow all

Enough to flow all

The meat and chocolate

Struggling in trembling words

To spread an idea of sensation

Blows through my veins

A young girl just sat next to me

Is reading a weird book

And she just said to me

Her innocent word, yes

You can take my…

Her innocence, third

Yes

A young girl just sat next to me

Is reading a weird book

And she just said to me

Her innocent word

Yes you can take

My pain to write those lines

When degrees are too strong

The brain infiltrates regions and landscapes

Behind the window and the rail

The continuity

That leads me away

Out of 43° degrees

That break my grave

Hardly and slowly

And the word of this innocent girl

That breaks my life

And

The face of this innocent girls

Rapes my life

Ordinary