Hydra
I have seven heads on tentacles
and that in the centre is venomous
seven heads which guide me
along a dangerous road
Seven heads which if you sever them,
immediately sprout back just as many, the same
my ideas are not extinguished
by the blows of daggers
I move slowly in a droplet
in an infinitesimal universe
and strive in vane against the flapping
of the laundry in the Mistral
Heracles used a trick on me
but I am immortal like a thought
I respond with dreams to the mediocre beings
I am the sailboat on pure water
Gemmation to reproduce myself
and like a pheonix I am reborn
I make from my body my nation
pertinacity and relapse without autodafé
I turn on my tentacles
like a sensual propeller
I produce whirlpools and water dances
on your animal side
I am evasive
like a bomber drone
I am impalpable ecstasy
and I cannot belong to you
But when I sense you I am happy
like an umbrella which opens up
like a river under the rain
like Hermione who deceives me.
A Hydra I am and will always be
monster, enigma or marvel
I am lost in a droplet
fallen silently from your eyelash