Master of the dark kingdom of melancholy
where the old Saturn stands vigil .
Hard core concentrated being .
Solitary in its winter tower .
Blurred emotions ,
vague sensations ,
fluctuating feeling of the moment
have no grip and break .
Impassive in the density
of its inner spaces ,
compact unshakeable block ,
iron hand holding time .
Dream obey the laws of awakening
and enlightenment in the rigid ascetism.
Engineer of the universal clock
that rules all destiny .
The cosmic breath is it just poetic illusion
drawn by an anonymous corps
on the screen of the divine comedy ?
Lost,so lost in the infinite cluster ...
You,death ,you are ,but the handmaiden
who waters with gall the thirsty souls
awaiting judgement and ineluctable sentence...