Like angels that have monster eyes,
Over your bedside I shall rise,
Gliding towards you silently
Across night's black immensity.
Lying on what served him as a bed, he thoughtfully looked at the moon which illuminated a little the room. How long did he kept him here already ? He no longer know very well. His only point of reference was the nightfall. And unfortunately, he had stopped counting the days passed after a week. He got his bearings through the starry sky, and his comings. Who was he ? The young man could not say it. He knew about him only his smell, his voice calling him softly in the night, his hands going all over his aching bo
