At first There was only Fractals And mysterious forces That they wove them On the delicate canvas From the void.
Galactic Star Beings Whose fingers and limbs They danced in a swing Dictated by the music of heaven
And there, in the middle of the fire of creation Cosmic little seed, sigh Hidden in the subsequent emulsion From the juices of god Spilling over Free humanity That barely light Runs Perpetual Between the shelves of time Drawing footsteps of all sizes In all hemispheres, distributed Through latitudes, sown at the tip of Oz and the sword Of a complex zoology That of the human animal Fire thief Polyphonic heron of storms Seabird that augurs stars
Because we are built With feathers That threw the phoenix and the albatross On the holy land.
And bloom right in the middle At the beginning of the war When everything succumbs And the ruin falls to pieces.
Little rainbow seed, your serpent tongue Invoke the circular prayer of your abdomen A sacred energy
Possessed in the word You undress Oracle of ****** Emitting a little moan Barely cat
And overshadowed the man in his misery Contemplate gods that understand nothing Rejoice in tumultuous ecstasy Of his exacerbated human games Oh for the being of creation The whole cosmos!
Sanctus and lux aeternam, in paradisum No requiem bears your name, no bullet Plus all my poems No grave my epitaph And i have died More than a thousand times
Shake is to infinite prison of bones The sacred words of the alseid And the naiad of moisture How jubilant He gave his most beautiful flower to Priapus
And you who did not want to lose yourself In the labyrinth of the Minotaur When you offer Your blood on lotus leaves Worshiping Polyphemus, the lotus eaters And to the cyclops in the same way And me sitting in the middle of the odyssey With headphones on And the lost look Thinking When will the war happen? When will the war happen? When will the war happen?