In a hall where Casanova had danced

I am appearing again and again

I am meditating how this could be

that I see his picture everywhere

Kisses on my neck are from the God

or Casanova himself is sending them?

Two boys each from one side

they mixed up my head thoroughnessly

I don’t know why the world is turning with me

that’s why I prefer to close my eyes

the hell is opening its gate,

they are both making fun of my disbelief

In a hall where had danced…..

foto: André Pilon