The tribe kicked me out
of the reasonable family
in these seasons of mythical time
and heroes without fame .
Here I am walled up in this city
to which only the dements holds the key.
Pursued by greedy stares
behind closed doors
rodents lascivious odors
shameful intimacy
with lashings of scum sauce...
A androgen angel calls me
to the seamy side of life
he has the face of a psychiatrist
on the sandman\'s cloud ,
healing the insane of sin of poetry.
Soul of this black moon, enslaved
to the obscure and fertile vagina ,
virgin\'s troubling vagrancy ...
I am this acrobat and Harlequin ,
spider hanging on the thread of his thoughts
entwined between light and shade,
architect of a freaky reality
unsteady lightrope ,root of all evil...
\'\' O master cleanse my mind
of all these answers that do not ask questions ! \'\'