Les Eaux de l'Âme

You know me without knowing me. I lived for a long time in the radiant heavens, before I was condemned. The night consoled me for my loss of the sun. Always victorious, I remain immortal, forever young. I move at the speed of thought, my spirit is volatile, like the money I like to spend on frivolous things. I transform the material into the immaterial. I hide and overturn what is real with my powerful imagination. At night I lie, enchant and disturb. I delight in dark, urban and smoky atmospheres ,on the damp paving stones of cities crowded with souls and hearts ready to be stolen. I walk through the dark proudly ,a red carnation in my button hole. I am invited to the grandest parties, where the whiff of gin and gulps of absinth cloud humans’ minds. My greatest trick is my perfume, an olfactory trace of my adventures, my loves, my confessions, my excesses. I am willing to grant youth is unique and sulphurous scent that trails behind me if you give me a kiss, full of your hot breath and weightless soul. I am an angel and yet I am called a demon…