Walking along the path
strewn with embers .
I went down to hell .
There,I met this poet
who was atoning
for his past life\'s whims ...
In the house of damnations,
tormenting words ,
with whom you composed symphonies
for servile zombies .
Throwing a few scraps
to the dogs of the night ,
who praised your genius ,
bowing down to your madness ...
A venomous virgin
distiling opium in your cup .
Inspiration,that you forced wildly .
Whispering in the embrace :
\'\' Love ,let me breathe in this aroma
of pestillence !
- Let me worship this goddess
clad in steel and leather !
You,Nero ! Get out of this body !
What talent lived through
this delightful turmoil ! \'\'
Bard ! here you are ,
forgotten by the crowd
of slaves and bastards !
Vain vagrant in the voices
of Babylona ...
Gladiator alone in the arena ,
expecting for the opponent
who will not come ...
Poet ! In your features
I recognize a taste of tears .
I ,the prophet
who proclaims in the agora
where the gallows
make clones yawn...
Effeminate scribbler
of the flowers of love
enjoys meditating
on the scent of roses ,
And marvel at the smile
of the silly toddler ...
Poet ! I\'m coming to join you !
Where Satan the excruciated ,
here and there ,
no longer has the power
to stop the downpour
bewitching the divine fools...