Do not look back on
My shadow preyed by the colds
Plunge your fresh eyes
Into flames’ and mulberry’s scents

Into the drunkedness of wise horses,
Into the scents of wild streets
The glacier of languages
Mets, and flows until hells

A starling bird bleeds, turns the sky blue
Eternal snow strikes
A police van, and the seas
Are observed by deep shadows

Draw this curtain, it masks the moon
And the mandarine fields
Do not look back on
My shadow preyed by the colds