You would go willingly... I would return longingly.

Who goes there?
Who goes there,
asked the shadow of the wind
that knocks on the door
and arrives in the mail

the voice of the troubadour thunders
in the eyes
the light of a day
that melts in the night
all fingers
point north
but nobody leaves
no one leaves
no one lives anymore
the drama

the voices of the gods
who brought the wind
froze actors
left everyone asleep
only the continuum bends still
to catch the words.

I get lost in the labyrinth
I replace myself with the gods
give up the narrow guidance
I give up the paradisiacal tranquility
amino acid

exemplary metaphor
of the real human contradiction
I deify myself
I make myself an orphan
no compass
no anchor
I get worse in my blindness
and pay the price
of loneliness

indifferent world
silence of the cosmos
condition even more
absurd than the void
that surrounds the individual

isolation from peers
whose destinations are
linked together
defense of the immediate theory
of ephemeral pleasures
defined by the principle:

"day of everything,
eve of nothing..."


PAR