Feeding sadness to people
Nourishing the sadness of a people
Source of all the human miseries
Eyes like diamonds
They bet with it and thus close our lives
Don’t we try, don’t we leak through these blinders?
I’m crashing for sure. Tarned wings.
Grams are lying
Beyond the anthill
The future is now
Simplicity is our wealth
Letters, numbers, your worlds and mine
Sing, cry, forming an orchestra
A symphony raves, transformes
Creating this other place, where everything seems so simple.
On the bank of this river
Sadly the water drains death with it
Crystallized tears remain only in your sieves,
Left to throw in your secret garden
And now that your body burns
A lack of something appears.
This pain, this emptiness that must be filled
You dig the earth, labour your field and filter the river
Carried in this death dance with the current
My dreams are lying
But I am the River
My dream are lying
I am the river
There is no reflection on the golden papers
I hear the shadow approaching
There is nothing left here but a garden of bones
Your gold kisses the dead, the bodies
Don’t you see these stones of blood.?