From the clear seas of Venus - for example -
they would take light to illuminate themselves before knocking
at the door of the first
abandonment of the green teat of the ancestral
So that light is eternally light and
the night goes on forever like a
bat with all its blindness:
to make it possible for us to see our true faces
the sparkling, the dazzling faces
So that memory remembers no more
and everything is present and future
and the love of Love goes from mouth to mouth,
perfect butterfly, happy and healthy!
Because we don't like what we are already being more
what we were not or what we are forgetting to be,
being a thing disfigured by traumas
and nicknamed as ancient sorrows.
It should be No More!
there must be total Liberty, the liberty of liberty
fluttering like a cosmonaut who breaths
with no more guilt, with no more rancour, bleeding
our skins of epidermis and we should be
the transparent idols of a cosmic life
shining the shine of the sameness
of the public intimacy of those who achieve
Hate: Love in reverse.
Thesis and antithesis, all and nothing;
microcosmos is the same as macrocosmos.
See my fingerprint and see galaxies.
Loving hate; hateful love of love alone;
The smallest is the biggest;
The most colossal is the tiniest.
I know (because I've been from end to end of the universe)
that there is a solar system, that it is an atom
which gives me life,
that becomes huge and makes me take the milky way.
The Milky Way - when I went through there -
I was rolled up by the hand-arms and the
feet-legs, that dropped snakes and ladders
My eyes changed into the sweet milk
of venusian dawns
and what I saw then was the bud of the spiral
The galaxies have wings
the atoms are tiny birds
in the cosmic sierras:
pure springs of star water
give love to drink to all beings
in all universes;
even those who are yet to be born drink
and the last drinkers go away with death
or the mega dawn of eternity.
The horsemen of morning.
I saw the Universe sleep.
I saw its dreams: eternity
and its paradigms
and I felt the elixir on my tongue...
When it's cold in the cosmos.
it feels hot
When it's hot the stars cool down.
Matter and anti-matter
love each other
each for its part
welcomes and rejects the other
and the thin veil that separates them
comes back to join them without ever joining them
until the loving annihilation.
The music of the star
with the anti-star
and beats, beats, beats
while it can,
sipping the musical cups of sweet salt tears,
because pain and pleasure
need each other and
sorrow and happiness are marrying;
their naked legs intertwine
in the spatial bed.
The cool aroma of the space
bathes the shivering glances
and the rhythm enfolds the desire
for what we always never were or never will be
But something everything happens:
Light, give me darkness!
You, darkness, give me light:
so that eyes can always open and close
close and open
all the days of all the universe;
so that the pot of the perennial
can be emptied and filled,
between (the shadow) and /clarity/.
There over there more there
of any being of
imaginative cosmographic reality,
if you can see me,
maybe if you hear me,
if you see my face,
give me the answer of dead life
or of live death!
so that we can understand
the message from this starried region
so we can accept it all and not vomit up the nothing
or little pieces of the whole
"Over here, yes, here
Come closer strange beings
we have life and death,
do we have it in common?
we are brothers
by the others;
do we have all things in common?
"But haven't you seen passing by
our ovule ships
they detach themselves and fall
off the Map of cosmosic breath
Perhaps you have sponsored
the fertilizations by orchestras
floating in bluish silks:
they can feel them pass silently
like a whisper in the night
that they understand
playing dancing sweetening themselves with
They kiss the cadenced music
and spread the ecstatic-erotic seed through
of the sidereal orchestra!
Your mysteries revealed;
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