179 LUIS I. DISMISSING OF THE CAROLINGIAN EMPIRE 179 LUIS I. DISMISSING OF THE CAROLINGIAN EMPIRE Jagged shadows snorting their thirst on the spoils of Bavaria, In Fontenoy broken and open the empire deck. Burp the folds and folds left at night. Drag Without a whisper From the plains; Pepin's own blood Splashing ourselves with wakes, When the old man was left between the storms; Smokes in sighs of stone monasteries, A father emperor locked up in San Medardo, Banished from the coins of fortunes, Made of bad distribution, In the workshops of discord; Watching the cities shook under fire Against brother Lotario; For an instant. Quicksilver of the first night of time Zenith in nightmares.
PACAL VOTAN
To Father Ludovico returned his empire Joys foretold, flying unprecedented At noon of harvest; The coins ; And wash, wash Coal and savanna. Tent of the erect among the salamanders and the flames, Relentless and insurmountable even in his own dream. Lurking in the wind And from the blast pretending to incinerate and erase Your own footprint. Ghost of Charlemagne With your maps Watchers, Take a match And lay its piercing eyes on your distant eyes, When walls and empires crumble And his eyes make the stars melt For an instant.
