How many stories Infinity collects
an immense hissing in sleepless night
Smoke spirals collective unconscious rarefied
condense my sitting here cultivating hopes
scattered haphazardly through the streets on the snow
to invent new cruel madness that nourish the addition
My rough guide between the forests
along unknown paths among green leaves
clouds mark the sublime and slow path
just as the Lords of Nature back in the mountains
and whisper something to the ears of those who live downstream
certain of Tradition that tramanderà as a flowing hissing
for hours days months and indefinitely for ages
Kings and Wizards, Knights and Emperors
a mystic dream of butterflies rules the world
the sweetness of the sacred fire and wind
propitiate happy events in the future of Chaos
between images that float in the primordial vacuum
between faint play of colors and nostalgia of ancient victories
between the thick mesh of faces who observe the new Aeon
The circle and the pentacle evoke the beyond unknown
a thin loop binds the unconscious around her neck
and you remain awake to enjoy the eternal and the cosmos
and it remains awake to domesticate the Silence
where the last word becomes light as a golden breath
in a tight game mystery that enhances body and soul
The trees like waves at the source
Quick find reading to other worlds thresholds
no one sees nothing feels nothing but only shadows
that draw careful in their hair silvery streaks
and whisper sweet words and charms of new promises
of eternal life in the woods and great wealth among gems
in front of white priests from ancient eras
The journey to unknown verse urges the vices
the narrow road Lash consciousness the faults
and each of us as a foreigner goes to silent valleys
screaming at the ancient sky sore cursing
and a look full circle and the universe becomes dust
and you inuile the smile lies hunter at treetops
without asking what secret penetrates into your face forever
Do not cry on sound wings
rather run after your soul between the mirrors
reflections often get lost between dreams
and the silence of the body claiming things colors the ocean
just because each story contains a thousand stories
and none of them untie the knot in my throat and the eternal oblivion
the heart that has a strange fragrance of absence
I feel the time between slow and inexorable
insects have their task or to wait for the tone
and I can already see giungerli the Masters in the sight of the LORD
park the bodies in the dim light of the sun
all in strict silence and count the infinite absences
despite the shutters closed from beyond the grave are silent
promising the usual nothing indeed tears and giving only vague cravings
This night the wind will take away the tears
to the tune of a celestial melody and shining
You will be riding the happy fate of ancient times
blow on soft pillows of poisonous beasts
the sparkling light armor and illusion
until the rise of the new dawn blazing
Play immortality Guardians of Heaven
on the rock of memories defy the eternal cycles
lash out at the rate of a thousand drums of war
contemplate the universe of Fate proud
for them it does not hurt the eardrums Silence
the words do not kill their dreams
Desire that twists to linghe eyelashes
the belt knows of death and unconscious worth
that will, certainly the same desire not to desire
and all those empty prayers lost in imagining
now ... I'm tired of thinking and rain drops
quick as not wanting to think about the beyond
Spring does raise your hands to the sky
and at night the fires of love astral shine
while Pan dance of joy beyond Time and Space
just to ask just to have joy and respect.
Under the couple breaks the red distilled fire
and then dust powder only stops the black solution
the fatigue that captures the morning the work of an angel
Of a country house at sunset
the wind is light almost absorbed pose
while the windows are lit up with lights
and the barking dog tied by a chain to his fate
and the sky slowly fades oblong to the marrow
and the barn rests peacefully in his silver murmurs
and creaking of wooden planks and solemn cornfields
still tender swaying slightly in the sad evening for a farewell
Evening fresh collapsed at border
the trees and the sky speak cable
between thin slowness gashes in the mud
roses the alchemical egg
we bear witness to the presence of other sizes
eternal damp caresses
Soft line that tracks the wait
arms light caress the air
with eyes the statue breathes
and no dance was light and floating steps.
A face from the shadow reaches listening
swallowed up by the shadow ghosts lose their way
and the thunder roars through the clouds in a treacherous hand
and you sing in the rain sweet pieces of glass wanderers
Empty Solitude of Prime Numbers
crushed by steep walls and suspects the stars
rich in twilight gleaming floors
and look beyond the windows open sunsets
and gaze lingers lingers pierced by burning bushes
real lightning from a clear sky on campaigns burned by desires
