I’m born in sulfur,

In the aridity of the stone.
Blue and copper as color,
I’m this strange flower on its throne.
I can feel my empire,
All its dusty ways,
I’m sometimes like a sad Sir
But I know the price of a day.

Wracked by erosion and the water that eats away at my bones,
I detach myself from the bowels, I leave my gravestone.
My glow is glassy but my intensity from a mineral life:
The ancients called me vitriol with the taste of a knife.
Even though sometimes I fall apart, don’t believe my shadows.
Under the wind, I complete myself, under the air, I impose!

I can forge my destiny, crystallize it,
Choose my path, then fix it.
Don’t touch me, poison blood!
My skin is not a tender bud…

Living in each hour,
Plant among metals
I’m this strange flower
With some hard petals.

Toxic beauty, irritating charm,
Colored stone, fascinating solid,
Bluish sand, sharp crystal,
Copper powder, ocean leaves
Broken up, uprooted from my soil,
Don’t believe my saturated colors
Which unfold before your eyes,
I’m under my armor searching for some skies.