Bunbury Radical Sonora
with the moon for a brain.
Alice, in her thoughts,
pulling the thread of her entanglement.
Alice, in the labyrinth,
without a minotaur, she calls me : Theseus!
Alice is always so brief
that it is already over.
Alice says she loves you
when she has already abandoned you.
Alice expelled
to wonderland.
For Alice, today,
is always still.
Alice, traveling between moons,
talking with shrews.
Alice, weaving the clouds,
with fabric that never ends.
Alice is always so brief
that it has already finished.
Alice says she loves you
when it is already has abandoned you.
Alice expelled to wonderland.