And here come the fifth horseman.
Its name is dementia .
In the great night of the unconscious ,
straddling the scream .
It has no form .It\'s only what we think it is .
It\'s memory is that of oblivion .
The naked intimacy of the burnt-out house
and the imolated spouse on the stake .
Prince of poets playing the symphony of void
while the crematoria make love with the clouds..
It\'s people are architects in spidery cassocks
and ingineers in soap bubbles .
Its name is compassion and absolution.
It listens to the white walls and long corridors
where blind shadows run ,
prisoners of some runic scriptures...
Master of all dimensions of silence ,
tracing the furrow of bipolar borders .
and the fury of times ...
it\'s hand of wonder caressing the spirit\'s wound .
Number is its name
that gives birth to the multiple legions.