So many sublime wonders
in this bouquet of life\'s bitter flowers.
Do we really love this poisonous ,
yet delicious taste so much ?
Sweetness of a summer night
whose drama was written by a wandering creator
for ambiguous pisces sharing the curse
of the chalice ...
While waiting for Apophis return ,
I am engraving on the scum of my skin
the echo of a million years in digital letters...
Endless requiem inscribed with the serpent
upon a carnal parchment ...
Are we nothing more than the fruit
designed from the barren moon, confused womb ?
There\'s something rotten in the kingdom
of heaven ...
Jim Morisson improvises a \'\' Hangmen ballad \'\'
on a stringless guitar .
that bastard sometimes disturbs the eternal peace
of the neighborhood ...
Breath of freedom ,which I imagined
to be a song of rebellion !
But I think Leonard cohen doesn\'t care anymore
and no longer believe in the California dream...
Guys (And gails) Every heroic suicide inoculation
carries within in its dose of profane redemption ...
Having crossed ,fury of life,the threshold
I will sacrifice a parody of vestal virgin
on Ostia beach ...
The wave will wash away a bloodcastel
born of the tormented poet\'s torture...
In the geometry of this ordered chaos ,
freed from all vain hopes ,
I \'m wating for Apophis return ...