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.

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.

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. Descending to the underworld In her belly of a cross buried, And emerging in the egg of the milky light, Emeralds and jungle in the shell of its sides.

Now gravel: not the robbers, now the guards In the hands nailed like candles; On the scepter of his cross the warrior and his fist, all Descending to the exploding universe; Opening the hole, the flames, Indians of all colors And the plumage of the jaguar and the Toucan, Blowing the fire of Pacal and his cross, Plunging her into the underworld of the inner flame; Manipulating the sublimation controls Pedalizing the erection of his catafalque towards the vortex matrix On the edge of the singularity on the via Hunab Ku Projected by the oblique axes of the arms and legs And of the body half lying in the eternal and placid fire, Of his quetzal face in the dream of vision; On the skull's throne and under all the dog's bones And from the death that erect it, all the dog of love. The trunk of the cross that stands tall Behind, at each end of the announced sore.

Itzamna rubbed his watchful face hands Towards the third abode the dead Raised from the underworld. Women in childbirth who died And the dead of the war.