I\'m your friend ,sublime uncreature ,
your multitude, my intimate enemy
and faithful servant .
You radiate a dark solar beauty
and voluptuousness of emptiness .
Liar and swindler so sincere
who carries me to the top
of the inspired mountain .
And so admiring the realms of time,
eagle defying the call of the chasm ,
wizzard of the indicisive winds ...
Great master !
Welcome to my literary table !
I toss the self-righteous greeting cards
onto the gallows of triviality !
True poetry walzes on a sulphur\' abyss ,
offering it\'s fiery on an indecent volcano !
You can\'t tempt me
with all the riches of the universe,
nor even the female scent of the harem .
The flesh of gold is a wretched thing
that drives slave mad ...
I want to be your equal
and reign over minds ,
playing a score on the souls...
To the tavern of the dreamers ,
let\'s raise our iron cup
and break it to the freedom
of white and red seraphs !
All of whom are fallen
who yearn only
for the suffering of flesh
and the birth of form ...
Dear master !
We bring each other contradiction,
you feed on my confusion ,
I am pure spirit in quest of sublime ...