I will join the folds of this metaverse
that persists in living through motionless
moments .
Silence falls over the sad hill cemetery
The old gunfighter is dead .
Beloved pistolero .
Freeze frame .The reality begins .
The sand in the hourglass
continues to flow ever higher
in search of a sublime whisper...
But no matter how much you try
to turn it around ,it stubbornly
keeps coming back to the past...
This trick is nothing more
than a tragicomedy that defy
god absence ...
Mister Bean in heaven forgive the son !
You who profess lavatory expertise,
four season merchants ,
fertilized by so many children\'s lies.
Open the window onto the womb
of the void !
That the grain of sand born of the stars
disrupts the machinery !
But how to break the cotton chains ?
I would have been nothing but
that nihilistic prophet penetrated
by the dark desire of the fruit ...
I\'m finally going to run away
from you philosophy !
Suppository that makes fool believe !
Throw all that fioritura into the fire!
Turn crowd around the dying quantum !
Spirit that will dissolve in the organic delta,
fragmented whole of multiple atoms...
It\'s time Herr doktor Freud to autopsy my soul !
\'\' I only see patients that have signed
a pact with the serpent ! \'\'
even before dying I\'m still not crazy enough ...
I must continue to turn this damn hourglass
for eternity to find the salvation ...
Sanctified spoonerism .
Amen !