This strange flower hidden in the rock,
Looks as if it came directly from a molten star,
Its articulate stems cling to me all around,
I’m drawn to them and they make me lose my mind.
Its petals like a lava fountain,
Its pistils decorated with a flaming comet,
They penetrate my eyes indecently,
They burn my irides that have become incandescent.
The flower acts as a c’heart’nivorous plant,
My soul is consumed at each one of my thoughts.
I cannot escape from it while it devours me,
And I allow it to consume me since I love being possessed by it.
I wanted to give birth to a perfume that acts as the flower of history: it flares, it burns. An elusive flower. It is resinous and sticks to our skin to possess us to the last drop.