18 Dec 2007
SELF-TALK: BLOOD & ROSES
To become a Lover
you have to drink your own blood,
full of bitterness.
Love is not sweet, as they say.
Those who indulge in sweet
Rejoice when the cup is bitter.
When friends turn into enemies.
When lovers stab each other
and fall dead on the floor.
Welcome each betrayal,
it will open your eyes to the unseen.
Magic does not come out of indulging the scent of roses
but out of dancing barefoot on rose thorns.
Then you can release your own scent
and dissolve in it.