Rochdi

“Candlewick”I dug the leaves outAnd, of the doors,Kept the vampires out.I saw gloomy featuresDrawing up blurred picturesRight on the screen of my mind.Hatred, sorrow and rageMixed up with the rumors of backstage.Some feathersTightened in the narrow meshes,Were writing their deliriumWith the remains of the still-hot ashes.And the green,Riding the wavy track,Was strugglingTo bring the butterfly back.I dug the leaves outTo find… But a territory of doubt,Stretching his ar...