While on the surface
Light and shade take turns
And smile and tears

And fair and ugly
Saint and nasty
And the monstrous

Is just the different:
Tiny crack in the globe's perfection


Down there swarms excess:
Where exception is the rule
And the loathsome

Spreads always
Unexplored dimensions
And sundry doors

Open on the magma:
The black holes


In the terrible adventure
Of each night
Whose irrational daring

Springs only
From the ignorance
Of danger

The doors open wide
And streams of unknown
Flow into the sleep


The unnameable
Gave me the axe

To lop off the head
Sever the limbs
Disguise coldly

And throw away

My brother


Lights often keep secret hypnosis
Sleeping down

- There -
In the dark
"Undead is whoever

Can wait eternally
In ambush
Ready to seize

With the fangs'."

Slowly the phantoms

(Re)Ascend
Creeping through
The grey c!@#^s

Silently riding
The wings of reality
The mischievous glance

Speedily flares
While pure and deranged
My poor little sister

I deflower;
Or drive the red
- My red - Soaking blade

Into the boring beloved
Old benefactress' heart


And when the fog
Starts to unreel
And the obscure gulfs

Are covered again
As if nothing
Had ever happened

And yet the unaware people
Smile at me raising their hats:
"Mr. Doctor!".

And when the open wide eyes
Revisit
Every damned

Endless moment
I set out
Across the pebbles
Worn out
Laying my read

I stare at the lights
For the list time
Two lights
On the tracks