The Lady and the Unicorn/A mon seul désir

The lady, lost in her love that exceeds herself

Sits in her baroque room with no lovers left

Reading between the pages of a Portuguese nun

And spoke to the books who served her

“I dedicate my thought dreams to my desire

So call the unicorn, wherever he is

He is the only one allowed to talk

But instead speaks no words aloud.”

Uninvited Candide appeared on the scene

After he collected the dust of our times

He offered his collection to the lady

But she blew it back, “it makes no difference”

She sends the beloved unicorn away

To catch some marble outside her woods

And bring it back to melt it inside

To become the pigment of thought dreams

The lady asks the unicorn one more time

“Send me Cain, who wrote his book of questions

Who has sailed the maps we have thrown away

And reached the ocean no one believed in”

And the foreign son leaves to catch

Illiterate monks hiding the mystics words

And says: “of all your dreams none are left,

Except the ones you crucified on your arms.”