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First Part
Chapter 1
«I will soon be
back, make yourselves at home, please» said the man going out. We looked at
each other, George and I. It had only been from the morning that we didn’t have
a chance to stay on our own.
«That’s a real story of madness! » he burst out taking a seat in one of the
four wood armchairs that were around a circular table in the center of the
small room. «This man must be crazy! Let's put him off as soon as is back and
let's escape from here, until we are in time», he added while I was taking a
seat in front of him.
«Just a moment, George, maybe it will seem strange to you, but I don't feel
afraid of this man! He inspires a sort of trust in me, despite his
strangeness».
«But do you realize what you are talking about? Have you gone out of sense too?
This man must have some extraordinary powers: hasn't he hypnotized us just
slightly before? Have you also heard him talk of super-races and brain's
experiments or have I dreamed of it?», George attacked me nervously.
«Be quiet, please, George», I told him in a calm voice. «First of all, I don't
believe he has hypnotized us, just before. Secondly, if he is really so
powerful as you say, what could be his reaction, when we try to immobilize him?
Make a point on it: when we arrived here, we were both sleepy. If
he wanted therefore to use us as guinea-pigs, two punctures were enough
for him to knock us down! I have not seen yet neither
cats resembling mice, nor men with a square brain!
Who can be sure that the old man is not
inventing everything? It would not surprise me if this story derived from the
imagination of some fantastical writer. I want to go to the end of all these
circumstances. Don’t you also want to know what kind of job's proposal Mr
Winningoes is going to make for us?»
George gazed for a long time into my eyes, thoughtfully. Then, without
answering, he relaxed on the back of the chair, releasing the muscles and
breathing deeply.
He stood with half open eyes crossing at once the feet and the hands softly on
the womb, with the right hand covering the palm of the left one. He seemed to
me almost slept, while only the breath animated his body. Won by all those
unexpected and subsequent emotions, I also imitated him doing my best on
sitting comfortably on the wood ancient chair.
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The new day
(in death of my brother Mauritius)
Now the veils of Maya have fallen
And no longer covers your body
The armor of the Syrian Naaman
I see on your face again
Shining the ancient light
Of our childhood games
When hopes
were all to come
And the misleading curtain
Which hardens the hearts
Had not yet come between us
Run now
On your nimble legs
Wait for me in the sunny lands
Where the sun never sets down.
Just let them
I
Let them pass
Come on! Laissez
faire, laissez passer!
Today is not time
To shoot people
anymore!
Don’t you know is
November the 9th 1989?
Today there is not
time
To stop goods
anymore!
Come on! Only one
thousand dollars
Will cost you a
plenty full track!
At 9 past 21 p.m.
The wall is
falling down!
Laissez faire,
laissez passer!
There are bound to
be changes
For our lives
further on!
It’s crashing down
Together with our
illusions
Their false
promises
The wrong secular hope!
Come on!
The wall is not
hiding anymore
The totems of
progress!
Let’s go
worshipping
The glittering
gods
Bounding ahead!!
II
Let them celebrate
Let them celebrate
the end of your
world,
they want to
celebrate:
the American dream
is over;
they are
celebrating
money growing over
nothing;
let them celebrate
discovering your
rootless brushes;
they need to
celebrate
the burial
ceremony
of criminal capitalism;
they 'got
celebrate
the funeral
of greed octopus
which scrounges
their people!
Let them celebrate
the dawn of new
distribution
of richness of
earth!
Let them celebrate
the end of your
world.
III
Let them walk
Let them walk!
They are marching for freedom.
Let them walk!
They are not hiding anymore!
When people go out
their homes,
it means they need
to go
and show they are
alive!
We need to be poor
together
or to be rich together!
You, one per cent,
you can't stop
them anymore!
Richness is to be
shared
while you keep the
other ninetynine per cent
out of goods.
You priests of the
profit,
criminals of
finance,
embezzler of
money,
cheaters of ever,
trappers of men!
Stop your police
and let them walk!
IV
Let them sing
Let them sing, all
over the Country,
let them sing!
Let them sing,
they are the real voice of the Country!
Let them sing, in
the name of liberty,
let them sing in the name of dignity!
Let them sing
against speculation,
Let them sing
against criminal finance!
Let them sing for the
world is their world,
Let them sing for
their sons,
for their
daughters!
Let them with the
voice of the sixties!
Let them sing
remembering flowers!
Let them sing for
a new world to come!
Submitted to
Armarolla in the 1st of November 2017
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Please tell me Lord, for you know it
Tell me Lord,
because You know,
if still are
living our fathers
and where lie
their spirits?
Where are the
loves and the sighs
The bright ideas
The shaking power
of the nations in the
world?
And where are the
pleasures of flesh
And the wealth of
the globe?
Where the ancient,
human wisdom
boundless and
eternal?
Where is now that
mother
who tender spent herself
on her children?
And that strong
father
Who seemed omnipotent?
Where are those
games away,
Where age carefree
And the
long-awaited youth dreams?
It cannot finish
all
During our short
life
And all disappear
into Nothingness!
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Don’t ask me please
Don’t ask me please
If I like you
You know I do
But only a platonic love
We can live together
O My Elem
Nobody can build
Any love’s happiness
On the rubble
Of someone else’s love.
Eventually we both know
There is no rust
In the day
Of the everlasting dawn.
There we’ll finally join
Our souls
For the eternal
never ending love.