- when the surface shines, my eyes can still see clearly -

Quantum fields
open before my eyes,
like an El Dorado
of bright possibilities.

I am not enchanted
by today's disappointing reality:
the words skip from our mouths
before thoughts become clear.

In a contemporary mist,
I give up gossamer infatuation,
but that's the price I happily pay
to find my honey-blooded self.

Creeping between the shadows
of virtual reality -
like a snake -
with an appetite for warm flesh,
I abandon
dreams of sentimental entanglement,
tears shed for plastic beauty
and an illusion also known as love.

A thousand shining stars,
spared from an insipid childhood
wait in a drawer,
ready to stick on my skin.

With a colorful outfit
and a flashy makeup,
from behind the heavy curtain,
I will make a brief appearance.

It is not what you think:
not for laughter, money, glory.
It is just to hide - how convenient -
behind the mask of grace.

And with a girlish gesture,
I will wave to you,
I'll let you look at the surface,
while inside I'm looking at you.

Well, I might sound
like I'm having fun,
moving alluringly on the stage,
but I know I'm eating a cannibal,
which is redundant and absurd.