\'\' I fell asleep while awake
and I conversed with the gods
who are these creations of myself ! \'\'
Be born .
Suffer .
Die .
And come back again
in the circle of this burlesque tragedy .
Prince .
Warrior .
Jester .
Or poet ,
who waters
the flowers of the ephemeral .
Desire and thirst for life .
The Moira is waiting
for the engagement...
Nothing belongs to us .
Everything is ours .
Monk of the absolute ,
friar of the doubt ,
gospel of impermanence ,
the apostel ...
The chessboard Buddhas ,
as the hour of time,strikes,
infinite compassion .
On chaotic altars ,
dance grimacing deities,
the devotees...
Worship ,
shipwreck ,
destructive vertigo ,
universal illusion ,the game...
Nectar of immorality
and immortality ,
to the woman\'s lips ,
hanging shreds of flesh
given birth to ...
Immolation ,
state of possession .
\'\' People say I\'m a tomb .
I\'m your mother ! \'\'
Unspeakable pain !
Unfathomable softness ...
Be reborn .
Healed .
Put on clothes .
Here I am ,holy fool
in this cave ,
the obscure enlightenment...