L’âme-stram-gram

In me, in me, you that I love,

tell me, tell me, when it’s not right,

it is only this that governs us,

tell me, how many times?

To divide my most Abyssal boredom

with the first to come finding it commonplace

I hear all that you confess,

and the swarm chants the intoxication,

I hear all those you condemn,

them exhausting you, make you charming:

it’s “eenie-meenie-miny-moe”

In me, in me, you that I love,

tell me, tell me, when it’s not right,

it is only this that governs us,

tell me, how many times?

In me, in me you that I love,

tell me, tell me, when it's not right

interfere, and slide the abdomen

in the orifice of mine

The absentees, a Tenor Bell, a friendly ear,

confidences on the couch, we psychoanalyze each other

I hear all that you whisper,

and the swarm beats time,

I hear your complexes Oedipus.

and the swarm manifests itself:

it’s “eenie-meenie-miny-moe”

eenie-meenie-miny-moe

catch a tigger by the toe

if he hollers, let him go

eenie-meenie-miny-moe

eenie-meenie-miny-moe

catch a tigger by the toe

if he hollers, let him go

eenie-meenie-miny-moe