I am a cosmic athlete
in a race against the sky;
I've already gone so far leap-ing the walls of galaxies that now
the echo of God's voice is not heard ,
in spite of the fact that electronic sounds from the void
of the antimatter of my ego shred my soul
like red rays of my own unique immateriality
and now, falling through the acceleration of light,
I fall into the arms of my beloved, Nothing
I breast the tape, but I am so tired
that I don't know if I have won this crazy race ( )
Am I out of or inside the Universe
Am I out of or inside myself?
I know Nothing;
I just feel a tremendous chill
(And Einstein smiles tremulously behind the Atomic Mirror).
The murmur of my laser soul
ventures into the forests of galactic being,
details of new galaxies appear at my astonished step,
in ecstacy I reflect that there are no ends,
and for the first time in my life I feel
and then I understand that in these worlds there is no pain
or sorrow and
I just laugh , laugh,
infinite in my awakening!.
My body sprinkled with stardust
as if this reality were a dream
I wander multicolored throughout the Universe
without ever wanting to wake!
In my swift flight
I have seen no Gods
but I have felt much more
And grateful that this reality is not a dream
I no longer yearn to die, ever! Ah!.
Infinite words wander like stars
through the Universe, so many silent
so many making noise;
they are found with signs
of other unknown worlds
as if they were found with a zero
and suddenly eyes are filled with limitless numbers
and they get cold and cry;
but soon balls of fire come
and unleash the hysterical joy of all times
as if the big bangs were singing
in the beautiful chaos that has made them eternal.
While I dream that I am happy
I am launching my cells into
a radioactive wind of your homonym shadow
in the abyss of the heteronomy of old spirits
that hang from disappeared doctrinal trees.
Where had you been?
My own isotopic aura asks me
with the happy eyes of a drug fruit that laughs at me
far from History.
And my face reappears in a mirror of sleeping quasars
with the soft smile of someone who was sick.
At 16000 kilometers per hour a stubborn planet spins
in my eyes, awake in so much timeless time,
in the orgasmified quadrature of a boiling but
The laser spirit has been detached from
the body of a being
as if it emerged from the waters of a flock of green suns
that encouraged the transubstantiation of the body,
now, flesh no longer, metal and plastic chips inserted.
My new brain has crossed all frontiers
and I keep being the same I always conscious,
and someone from the past wonders if maybe this wasn't
paradise, eternal life, eternal body?
The Happiness of this new life
is as hedonic as, yes, as amazingly
"wild" and lucid as if it were which they called "God"
I was naked
the blue dawn clothed me with its coat of atoms;
- my mind was struggling shaken by strange electric waves of impure sentiment
I ascended to heaven
and I gave back the silence
When androids were invented
the androids invented him too
and they decided it was not evil to imitate him
and they sowed so many other planets with humanoid amoebas.
The planets strike my back
transformed into a dew of love
the voice of a God hits my temples,
the first and only voice that repeated voices
as if life was only dreaming of him
and hoping that "he" would stop dreaming of us.
The Soul of God
through the curved space of time.
Ah! I have cloned my soul!
Hmmm? Some day very soon I will clone God!
Now they talk away from me
free of me, so free that they have cloned the sky
as if they were new stars!
and I myself told them "Grow and multiply!.'
and I left them to go alone through the universe
founding their own universes
their own Gods
their own happiness
far from my own unhappiness!
In the shadow of the old world where my soul left its trace
like the path of its purity, an unremarked inhuman name
a body that WAS once called (what was it?)
Without body and without soul, some day
I will have a new mind!.
Flesh of light,
light of sweet flesh
whom you call to,
trumpet of all the mornings.
When God breathed the Universe
the creatures already had wings!.
Because of that they were saved;
they knew the Infinite Secret.
300,000 kilometres per second
is the velocity of the eternity
of the spirit
What am I? well I don't have my soul under control.
I have erased eras and boundaries
I have fled from what I was and now I am a rock
a dead atom or a de-atomized atom
that wanders crazily or remains at peace, what more to give,
but who I am is what I will be at the end without end,
like the natural schizophrenia of believing that there is a God.
What did the dog think when its master put on its leash?
"Free me, sir, from this torture!"
FEAR OF THE VOID
The other day I was in the void
and I felt scared! hey!.
Was God scared when he made the Universe?
2: or was he scared and then he made the universe?
1: Did he sense the empty void that I feel now.
And man remembered
the electronic perfume of the rose
Ah, watts in the heart
of the soul!
I have several minds in mind
to see God.
(.and each petal was a dream of the Creator.
.without beginning. or end.
I have abandoned my soul
and I have thrown it to the winds
Even as "I" fret in the body's prison.
"Distracted, like when God forgot to create the world"
"Distracted, like when God forgot to give himself a Soul
to make the world."
sing of the dust of blue mirrors:
"Red. Green. Yellow."
"All the skies pass quickly, fugitive
through the prism of another real world
as real as any."
I disname myself. I am anyone
I do not even exist, Now.
Nothing is the last thing that I was
Time dreamed that I was dreaming it,
and I AWAKE.
Time awoke from its dream of passing and went back to sleep.
"Here, The Universe!
Is there SOMETHING There Outside?"