love

It was a spectacle.
Shakespeare’s love
Of Arabian desert
Of Africa’s waters –
Of the black period of Europe
Of America’s birth
Of the ruins of the sarcasm
This is the story of resonance applause in the hall
This is the story of tomorrow’s spectacle
Lovers themselves
Defeated in front of society

Society is cruel.
The spectacle of love
Listen to love …
So much terror is not the same as that of ammunition.
This story is born again every time.
Love then knocks on a ground.
Love will then arrive in Greece.