Down in a hole

Down in a hole and I don´t know if I can be saved

While a man thinks, a man lives

Bury me softly with this song

Telling my whole life with this song

I live in a cemetery

Not to imitate but to irritate

Someday I´ll back to Paris

To the streets full of warm light

To my heart full of pain

To the heads filled up with hate

To the neverending why

To the tombstones

To Achilles

To the agony and the ecstasy in eight parts

Under the arch of the rib dancer

To the gargoyles of Notre Dame

Peut être...quelque chose...why not?

The aftermath

The afterliving

The after...after what?

What can I expect?

Is there anybody out there?

Someone listening?

Any voice?

In 1793 Cardinal Richieleu´s corpse was taken out from his tomb and his head separated from his body

Ain´t it fun when you know that you´re gonna die young

Maybe someday it all will have a sense to me

While my head lies on a pillow full of hate and conformity, breathless, a stained glass, walking slow, doucement...