Let me tell you the tragic story of a jester
who thought he was a troubadour !
just as other were mercenaries ,
stillbirths or penniless ...
But who cares ? All it takes is a parody
to make misfits happy on the way to the crematory....
Orphan to whom the crowd throws alms
from an iron womb ...
You live in a slightly crazy planet
where the waves of the imagination
build sandcastles ...
Your nights riddled with faults don\'t sleep ,
depicting the sin of the apocalyptic female...
You are that poet with a pest stricken face
who thinks he is a cloud tamer or a storm maker ...
A voyager who writes uncrypted desires
to the walls of the fool moon ...
Don\'t forget your appointment with the devil ,
you must pay the debt of maternal blood !
My malevolent twin in poetry,
kiss the ematiated hand of the skeletton
upholding the prophecy !
You asked the tarot\'s arcana ,for the path
and it told you the time ...
cursed brother now waiting for love on death row.
express your remorses at the scaffold .
Ho wretch ! why did you kill the poor dreamer ?
I am searching down ,insomnia street ,
for that shadow you stole to me ...