«She climbs on the pyre, by herself
A mysterious beauty
Slender with exquisite black hairs
A look… Of sorrow and anguish...»

She is proud to be what she is
Or rather, proud not to be what they accuse her to be
By a nod she refuses to confess

While noticing me among the senseless crowd
She chooses to suffer
Instead of lying to herself
To shorten her trespass

They beg her, she denies again
By a gracious movement she puts down her arms
Keeping her eyes closed
She scrutinizes the firmament

She senses what she will join soon
Knowing that she will be united with the universe
The universe of my mind

At the third and last refusal
She looks at me for the second time
This is the last glance
It completely undresses me to my soul
A powerful light shines from it

As the pyre starts to kindle, the last glance give birth
To an infinite and instantaneous love…
As of tonight I know her since forever

I fall on my knees, bursting into tears
The unreachable devours me from the inside
Three denials and two glances will change my life…
And my death

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