I breathe deeply under a cloud eyelid
and disentangle the words of the castle
are you still dreaming of chlorine seas
and Titanic sinking in youth years?...

I let the old and rusty armor finely fall
on the blooming shores of nowhere
smoke navigators lost in the hull
lured by profound waters

when bleeding seagulls hurt in us
traversing the loneliness of the evening
chlorine memories float on the horizon
are you still dreaming of absinth seas?...

the angels weep on crucified words
how you sold us both at the market
my darling



(Translated by Luminita suse)