Wednesday, February 3, 2010


Cries of joy, voices
new life's fires
festive splendors of pleasure
out of control fertility fair
embryonic whirlwind of creation
Satiated on immense heights
Undertaking monstrosities
seeking moderation and harmony,
words and deeds, in one head
beauty, in two hands responsibility
and the air now in a plain room
Actor and then man
For now thick silence, death's veil
Wear it as your mind goes dry
Haven't escaped the grim reaper. So be it,
since everything is closed
Dreams where did you get lost?
Full of joy we 've opened the windows
for the end's arrival
our most proper mother
thus singing a salvation song

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