Lorenz

Acta est fabula

   Comediante.

It\'s a lie of life 

karma of skin and pain

on a bubble of poetry 

illusion of  abundance 

in a cold room .

The recumbets are tired 

bye bye templars of tiberias  

you\'re nothing more 

than sorcerer\'s apprentices 

in a paper theater 

And I a dark harlequin 

  blazzing with silence .

  Tragediante .

Traveler,bottle thrown 

into interstellar  seas 

a rope of opprobrium 

and wings melting in the sun

giving meaning to suspended despair .

Alchemy  gone wrong 

comical and lyrical tragedy 

this landscape of angry cellos 

in the harmonies of mars 

a darker mind speaks a cloud\'s language .

    Final act .

I would enjoy a poisoned tea 

with the princess of Hungary 

and I\'ll come back  daz\'d  and  alive .

Epics must be deconstructed 

with interwined resonances .

 Achieving rebirth through 

the supreme beauty of the vacuum .