From the glass the smoke steamed
As mortal dyes the room fast teemed
Our brains scanned over distant edges
So we soon left…
North, South, East & West
This is the ballad of the many few I wish it could reach the sky
Gather the angels’ tunic Graze the palaces of the Cherubs Resound shrill at night, They have flesh around their bones.
Socrates erected a temple to the People His blood was its price Plato dwelled in there, and let the bells toll Kant traveled among the stars Disclosing out their wonders, The moral law resided inside the Man No one should be feeling small any longer.
Where will this sun halt? It delays and rejoices, looking at the heights It timidly draws a light upon the slopes It’s too uncomfortable to dip down at valley.
The lords of the word rule the sword that glows and threatens the dark damned, They forgot passion and pardon And filthy they wallow, in the war of the poor.
More overflow, out overflow…
Wensing over and wensing out
It is passing through the dimension
In the vein of overflowing the banks of space and time
To find themselves in a no more material dimension
I was born the night of the enchanted stars
The sky lights up and brightens the bars
O’ this world of ours too often prison
To lonely kids and old without reason
I met the hunger that humbles and rends
The iron stair was a burning monster
Dead soldiers all over on the attic
Downstairs the hall was a torn victim
of the bomb
Drunky birds land
I just want to tell you a thing
that I remember so well
First time I went to the light
I was as amazed
A stir in the air
Soft white cloth
Alights between the face and the glass
Twisted mystical light of the night
Caresses of silk
The child with the dog on the edge of the electric town
If I were a painter
could my picture be crazier than our life?
And for even I’m not a poet
can I make your deeds shine by words
And now tell me
Is the sky behind you?
Is it going to be different?
What gives you wings and what makes you fly higher
I have been waiting for you a long, long night
O’ fresh burning wish shrilling in the fight
As singing and twisting of argentine tones
Thru amazing valleys loosen within roads they cross
Whether this flowing evening tears the daily mask