What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?
Castratos of moon mash…Life consists
Of propositions about life. “The human”.
Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,
By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.
The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.
The human revery or poem of death?
Castratos of moon mash…Life consists
Of propositions about life. “The human”.
Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,
By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.
The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.
