\'\' Could metempsychosis be the cause ? \'\'
In my mind Mozart composes symphonies .
Einstein teaches me the geometry of universe.
I drink tea with the Buddha in the shade of his tree.
I sailed down the Amazon with the captain Haddock
who never stopped cursing fate ...
I also crossed the dead sea on the yacht
of the queen of Shaba ...
It\'s true that I don\'t always behave very wisely .
It happened to me in the morning
to emerge from the fragrant bed of the burning Cleopatra...
Did you know that I played a game of chess with lord Devil ?
I had the dark side of the force .
It had eternity .
I am an intelligence that draws suns that will rise
in the constellation of Orion ,
which will unleash winds of passion
in foolish lunar eclipses ...
Beware of my charming smile and style ,
masking killer waves ...
One saved from shipwreck ,you will have no choice
but a Martini on the rock of Monaco ,
subjugate by the laments of the sirens ...
Here Iam on the open road with my pilgrim\'s staff.
But dig this : Beneath this saintly facade
I am just a skirt chaser ,picking up chicks on vespa .
Tempo di Roma ! Bacci -bacci bella !
Sometime i lose the adress of my gentle madness .
Ringing the door bell of old dead moons
which suscribers in the afterlife respond to .
I politely say :
\'\' scuse me ma\'am we met each other
when you were still a maiden !
You have some very cute little brats ! \"
She has an orgasmic rictus and leaves to find
a muscular ectoplasm smoking in front of the TV,
setting on a coffin ...
So I\'m outta here ,like an erotic session at the shrink\'s.
I am just a pathetic Harlequin drifting
towards the shallows
on a canal in Amsterdam ...
Hoist and up jolly queen Mary !
Edgar Poe carcass rotting on the portside
facing the setting ...
Tomorrow\'s tide will be too sluggish .
Always awaken with this great body of myself
that even the ravens will not feast on ...
I would hang myself from the neck
of a B-movie heroine
and love her as we take the time
to philosophize with Droopy about
rain and some other seasons ...
Life no longer holds any surprises for scholar dogs.
The infinitude talks only to itself ,
offering us the fruits of everything and bullshit
in the song of all possibilities...