I am dying of thirst
near a fountain filled with victory...
Hot/sultry like fire,
swimming in the subglacial lakes of Antarctic...
Stark naked, dressed
as the flowers of liberty...
I laugh by weeping, and
wait without hope...
Poor! while
cultivating a golden field....
Walking in the desert
with a heart full of bellicose trees...
Clear as crystal,
floating in the winds of darkness...
Powerful! i am, but
without strength and power...
I dream of an optimistic
world.....
A world where silence
is aimed authentically by the thanatophobic...
Where positivism
defines the human concept in pure words...
Revelates the value
of our natural meaning....
I am the unique
hazard of the narcissism...
which is centered on
the sophisticated modern culture of the universe...
But i am also the
inescapable sight of the truth...
Still the hidden
ground of the confused believers...
I am always the
victim...
when i held the torch
of victory....
Death doesn't make me
tremble...
The only fear i have
is the shadow of life...
There are two roads
that diverge....
That's why this fire
isn't able to burn my sacred world...
But embellish the
fruits of peace...
Perfume the starry
sky...
Sweeten the bitter
taste of failure...
And lock Cupid's
pride deep inside
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