Santiago de Compostela

on the path of pilgrims

I’d go, paving the way for my soul.

Of the many friends I have

I’d carry only a few companions

A walking stick

a biro, the blank book of destiny

my charity, and my words.

Really, I need nothin’ more.

I’d go, hearin’ the gravel

crush under my steps

(oh, sweet sound of mine…)

Would you be my friend?

follow me, inhale my ink

just for a while.

On the path of pilgrims I’d go

as a prophet, I’d carry redemption

”God is askin’ to die for Him!

wouldn’t rather live, for the Devil?”

”Come friend, do not follow

the main route!

there, in the end you’ll find a brothel

and they’ll rape your soul.

You’re going to be their whore

(moreover, a little ironical,

you’ll be grateful to them

and even pay money for their pleasure)

Bestow yourself to darkness

here, come! a secondary road.

Come with me. Another brothel

full of lust, women or men to fuck.

You don’t like ‘em? No problem.

I offer you

magnificent views,

because God lies beneath nature.

Velvet red sunsets, blades of dawn

tender grass kissed by the summer breeze!

Lonely mountains, blinding snow

deep blue fjords for you to get lost

like when you used to peek

into the eyes of the person you loved.

Blasphemies to cure your heart, Holy Fuck.

I’m the Devil on the path of pilgrims.

Forty days and forty nights Jesus did starve

for You to feel hunger all of your life!

What a deal, he made back then.

I’m offering you this contract

an agreement of freedom.

You’re going to be harbinger

of Life among deadmen!