101.FULGURANTS DREAMS OF ARLEQUIN

101 FULGURANTS DREAMS OF ARLEQUN and poor circus; PAVING PIRATES ENTERING; TO THE PALACES OF MARBLE AND MANURE; ASSAULTING ITS RED AND BLACK FOOTPRINTS; BETWEEN THE BLUE BEDROOMS Insurrection The hammer and sickle the figurative Long live the revolution of the workers, soldiers and peasants!

And the crazy trills of discord In HIS SKIN offering his hands to the garnishes Unfolding in the fight his hair of crows STEP ON AND ENEBRA THE FLASHES OF FRESHNESS from the waiting gray clouds and from burning and brackish, dry throb REVOLUTIONARY OF Lenim the Bolsheviks and Trosky To sew the ash petals of each champion. with the scraps of the wall And in indomitable calm Forging alongside this source machinery stone after stone The wings of their fierce souls And your craving for flight For this subjugated humanity Picaso I justify them masks, mountebanks, trainers and clowns. colorless shipwrecked in the intrepid, in fable and fiction, the Bolsheviks up the poor standing slaves without bread under gravitating bellies, raised in the placid and drilled flight of the vultures of war.