151.ATILA

ATILA Cymbal from the marble in his torn arm, courage and rage marked fleeing, Fire bites in the chimes of posterity, they accompany the tracks of the donkey that scans the ground and stones rolling down the gorge next to the chisel gaze carved out of hollow and sand, basalt of the exiles.

Shaking blades Thrust, One or another shadow of hopelessness, Of the fugitive and the refugee, From the plaster, how cracked, which makeup the innocence.

Mark your birds of darkness. Stack with your flight, Bone by bone, The pyre of their wrists, Crashing into the sunset From the withered heat In the shelter of the other tree, the tree of the abyss. Cry every flame Because you loved them despite those wounds Of hypocrisy, Like your brother Bleda. Among vandals, Men of bread and slime, and wheezing. Shine your armor That the children of death come to adore you With supplications, Rise up Between your hands it melts at night the west. You only live in the present. Manteia, manteia, muttering ecstasy, Cracking, Transplants of a terrifying voice. Don't eat me, play horse riding at 5 the towel, do him the favor of throwing it away at 6 the slave, That make the ground vibrate From the Baltic to the Danube, From the Rhine to the Ural.

Collect the flowers Of Europe, Carry them on your back For your daughters to be the judges of all the dead. There in the hollow with courage and fear Not mine that fall in the spiral nauseating out of nowhere

Don't be don't be.

Catch the skeletons of your veins. Mandalas with their attractor

Send them to your proud mandalas, Encrypted in images of crosses, wounds, Laughter and laughs Checks and Calcuttas, By mothers. Drive like the puppets have taught you, Of your thoughts. You have to laugh Mythical; Make cry a little nervous, In the streets they always point you out as an accuser From his Trivia. Drop your gun Throw her through the semen nets, Panting to adorn you shiver, The bridges of a big city. Neons Amateur; Guardian of the threshold, Take out your dewclaws And vulcanize your hallways and crossroads, Stubborn sidewalks and laughter. Just as you have shown your corners and your mandrakes Abyss of Avitchi, Immersion In the drowned street In caverns of weeping, In the gnashing of teeth Rats AND vultures entourage of consciousness. A sweet look itches your eye So innocent To you with the other globe of the earth The bitch turning on her hymen Against the rock of the abyss.