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Runup

Vanity is distancing me from you,
It's covering our thoughts with sticky cobwebs,
That's why it's sometimes difficult
To distinguish between important and unimportant
 
Vanity is a cage for the hipnosys victims
Even though it's doors are always open
Only some of us find the strength to escape it
 
Overcoming spasms and seizures
Waves of despair, flashes of insanity,
I'm breaking the sticky embrace of poisonous squid
On my way to the world of unwavering verity,
Where every action is conscious
On the other side of heaven and hell,
I'm free,
I'm starting the run up
 
Revelations are waiting for you like birds,
That are ready to fly off from snowy branches
Don't frighten them away with crude meaningless words,
They are so afraid of vanity
 
I have just a couple of steps left
And I will reach the open door,
I just want to rip my head out from the grip,
And escape this cramped cage as soon as possible
 
To the open fields, to the freedom
To the boundless blue sea
To the wild grasses, to the fierce waves
Above the thunderstorm, above the lightning
Faster than fire and wind
Almost with the speed of light
In the direction of lunar tides
I'm taking off from the ground...
 
To run away from the cruel symptoms of neurosis
From games without rules, from sickly theatrical plays
From this exhausting prose
That I'm so sick off
 
Through the countless rooms
Through the dark and stifling corridors
Along the highway that leads to the sky
Through the orchard covered by snow
Park,
Wasteland,
Theres no way back
Next is a runway
Take off and feel the flames,
Sparks of stars under my feet...
 


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28.02.2025

12 Seconds





I'll give you
The world's most beautiful jewel
So just close your eyes for a bit
Or so I was told teasingly
 

Amid the sound of waves washing up against the tetrapods
I can sense you getting closer to me
A summer love
Is beginning now
 

Touching against my lips
Was a soft diamond
What am I supposed to do
With what you've been protecting until now
I'm simply accepting you
Into my arms
Unable to move, for
12 seconds
 

Thinking it was about time, I opened my eyes a bit
And your eyes and mine met
I wonder what the
Average length of a kiss is?
 

Things are too romantic
And I don't know where this leads
What do we talk about, and with what kind of expression?
There's no going back
To being friends
 

As soon as our lips part
The diamond immediately disappears
I'll cherish you from this day on
If it were possible
As the sea breeze blows against us
I want you all to myself, for
Longer than an eternity, by
12 seconds
 

Touching against my lips
Was a soft diamond
What you've been protecting until now
This love that we've grasped
Is shining
It's like a jewel of memories
That's too bright
 

12 seconds
 


28.02.2025

Miracles





Maurino, Dadá and Zeca, oh
Set off in the boat in the morning
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishing and for fishermen
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishermen
 

Maurino, Dadá and Zeca, oh
Set off in the boat in the morning
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishing and for fishermen
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishermen
 

Who knows if the weather will change
Who knows if the weather will turn bad, oh
The weather's turned bad
 

Maurino, who's given to endure, endured
Dadá, who's given to toil, toiled
Zeca, this one didn't even speak
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
Just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

Maurino, Dadá and Zeca, oh
Set off in the boat in the morning
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishing and for fishermen
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishermen
 

Maurino, Dadá and Zeca, oh
Set off in the boat in the morning
It was Holy Wednesday, a day for fishing and for fishermen
Holy Wednesday, a day for fishermen
 

Who knows if the weather will change
Who knows if the weather will turn bad, oh
The weather's turned bad
 

Maurino, who's given to endure, endured
Dadá, who's given to toil, toiled
Zeca, this one didn't even speak
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
You'd just throw the net and pull it back
The net
 

Maurino, Dadá and Zeca, oh...
 


28.02.2025

Now the Powers of Heaven





Now the Powers of Heaven
minister invisibly with us.
For, behold, the King of Glory enters.
Behold the mystical sacrifice is completed.
Let us draw near with faith and love
and become partakers of everlasting life.
Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
 


28.02.2025

On the sandy fields of Nile (an elegy to Um Kalsum)





On the sandy fields of Nile,
a herb springs up,
whoever is picking it, is being cut,
and whoever come it across, he loses it.
 

I sleep at dawn,
I wake up in the midday,
and I get off in the eventide,
to the heights of heaven.
 

And there, in the crack of the stars,
in the back of the moon,
I start my endeavor,
and my ultimate battle.
 

Ala, ala, alayla,
it is a river and flows.
Ala, ala, alayla,
it is God who says no word.
 

On the sandy fields of Nile,
and the waters of darkness,
it budges in the midnight
the lizard of the underworld.
 

Along with its golden cage,
and the silver saucer,
it is collecting weak souls,
for the appetite of Hades1
 

But me, in the cracks of the stars,
in the back of the moon,
I win my battle,
and my hard endeavor.