Soror Dolorosa — 43°

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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