The night is as if I were
walking inside the corpse, in the dark,
under the pale skin the moon
pulsates the blood
into the river
in the marketplace sprinkles
the heart. I spit the tongue
out of my mouth, it's late
already, all the roads
and all the rivers lead to Rome
dash against the citywall
that is of leather. I came,
I saw and I'll
vanish.