Enemy of war
and its reverse, the medal
I did not propose another battle
to free the heart
to lay oneself flat on the ground
beneath the progress of a story
which would raise up into glory
the power of reason
and now there are no trenches
the conflict is the ladder
and he who reaches the very top
will save his head
Although it sinks into the asphalt
the beauty...
Look at them, like reptiles
in pursuit of their prey,
negotiating at each table
with the best masks for the situation;
following all the rails
which lead to the summit,
with insane desire to dazzle us
their parasitic ambition.
In the past they led as prophets
and now success is their only objective;
merchants, dealers,
create a feeling of sadness more than nausea,
they do not touch, even for a moment
the beauty ...
And they talk to me about futures
of brotherhood, of solidarity,
where every fraud
would end up in the gutter.
and now that the wall falls
we are still not so equal,
what you sell is what you're worth
Long live the revolution!
I claim the mirage
of trying to be oneself,
this journey into nothingness
that consists in the certainty
of finding in your face
the beauty ...