Hatred warms at nights.
Hatred sticks to your palate
like a hidden candy
and lets you suck it;
it pricks the tongue, absorbing into blood.
Hatred is soft like butter, like a liqueur,
it calms like hot milk from a loving mom.
All doctors could prescribe it as a drug -
that is how hatred tenders eyes and throats,
how well it makes you sleep.
Like a deer horn,
it's sharp; it grows from the inside.
No need for someone else to cultivate it -
a man is glad to make himself a hatred garden.
Black corns grow there,
sunflowers spit their spoiled seeds,
and buried angers give a pleasant harvest
to feed you in the winter.
Oh how I love these fruits!
If I want to get rid of guilt -
that means I want to hate.
To make reality look easier
it's also good to hate.
And if you look for love
(Remember «Si vis pacem»?
Para bellum!)
Get ready for hatred.
Its lips are flaming red like those of «femmes fatales»,
those of succubi drinking you like wine.
I hope you're sure that this is what you want
Or what you don't.
Watch out!
2018 / 2023