The train arrived and everyone applauded. The gargoyles were spinning madly
and "the unknown woman in the golden glow" was the first to dip her
feathers in the warm belly of the mirror. Her dreams gave her
reflections that stood in the field like so many gated entrances.
Liquid gold was filling the air, her eyes flickering under the pressure of hope.
It was time to wake up to the new dimension melting away between her coppery fingers...
Zaz
"Come to me in the pillaged corridors, in the chemical fields filled with enfilading stars and
lunar springs, come to me with the last words like leopards turning earth-stems into
ascending eyes of honey... that can see what is never dreamed, or imagined..."
A black albatross landed in a corner of my memory while juggling the fibers of desire,
when blue misty waves entered the margin between singing and sleep...
ZZaz
"Come to me with the fluidity of the avalanche and the language of accelerating owls
glittering in the rubies of sleep. When the phantoms navigate the entrances and release
the exits of expectation, come to me to me like a golden bridle made of echos..."
And then she arrived, covered over and over with crimson thaughts, time simultaneously
moved backwards and forwards while the white dogs were spinning a twine to bridge the gap.
Zaz
The machines of Time came grinding to a halt, and the great onyx wing is dusting the refleetion
of cities old and forgotten, and cities yet to come, in the airport of a single kiss that lasts forever...
In the hall the old owl was sitting on the melting pot, all the wisdom was spread
over the dawn and the new sun wasn«t doomed anymore.
A golden dream fell down covering the new horizons.