On 14


Beneath this dizzying sun,
Strokes the teasing breeze,
The ground draws a crooked '11',

Silence tails my back,
Veins at peace,
As I foretell,

This much and never more,
For the 19th year,
The menu never run further than this,

Sinking a loose in the water?
Keeping would be better,
It lightens... but not your heart,

Eros has planned,
Not yet for me,
Still waiting by his hourglass,

"same old fourteen for nineteen"