Vegas take us
to the Promised Sand.

There, sun dries the minds
And greens money,
Though not for many.

There, you will see Luxury
or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio.

There, Venice has a painted sky
and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice.

There, things are real
and truth is a Mirage.

And there your anguish drear
will soar into the Stratosfear.

Wherever I go
there's a dog called Ego
that follows me.

Listen!
I'm the new Plato and Shakespeare;
I'm the prophet and the Messiah,
I'm Caesar and Brutus,
Robespierre and Napoleon,
I'm Queen Victoria and Jack the Ripper;
The father and The son,
I'm the voice and its Echo,
the alpha and omega,
big bang and big crunch,
the visible universe and dark matter;
I'm the poem that hasn't been written yet;
The word that means every other word:
Life.

Hush!
Theatres are closed.
There's people suffering and dying,
Unheard!

What if the exact number
of world population is
ONE?

Inside him and her,
billions of neurons are connecting,
conducting electricity,
blending chemicals
joining stars into constellations;
and, who knows why,
distilling poetry from a night sky.

By the way, you can't buy the way you have to walk it!

I haven't got time to get angry.
I haven't got time to get rich.
I haven't got time to worry about the future.
I haven't got time to regret the past.
I haven't got time to clean the oceans.
I haven't got time to get old.
I haven't got time to become a prophet.

But I do have time
to sit in front of this sunset,
gorgeous as never before,
and
listen to you.

In the beginning was the continuation of the species then came love.
In the beginning was the survival of the fittest then came altruism.
In the beginning was the pack then came narcissism.
In the beginning was the alpha male then came democracy.
In the beginning was the present then came the past and the future.
In the beginning was Keynisism then came neoliberalism and depression.
In the beginning was Lucy
Then came **** Sapiens Sapiens.
So
What next?

My watch is smart,
He doesn't simply watch,
He talks to me
And listens too.

Very often he sends me letters
And never an hour without a message.

My watch cares for me
And tells me when my heart is beating too fast.

He keeps memories of us and
Sometimes likes to wear an old-fashioned face with Roman numbers.

Every now and then he holds my wrist and
Takes me wherever he wants but
Always to places where I have never been before.
  
My Watch also marks the time but
That is only a pastime.

What wood a tree think
If he knew
He was being felled
to become a
Cross?
Wood he feel holly
Or wood he be
Transfixed?