Since I invented myself in youth

Until the discovery of your arms,

Years had gone by.

Researchers walked wonderstruck under the rain, asking:

Were the Phoenicians the ones who invented fire?

Were the Phoenicians the ones who invented the alphabet?

The first time is a pure sense that is repeated the last time.

Tell Plato,

Existence is memories crumpled

That lead to injury more painful than the initial pains

Tell Plato,

Why do you talk so much!

Let us live

Let us bake jam cakes

And walk on the highway margin.

It's the middle of the night.

I don't know who to praise.

I thank you, oh resentments sitting on the steps of my mind!

I thank you, oh moments brimming with the betrayal of a cloud in bright streets!

I thank you, oh blue flames of rendezvous on the bare balconies

You deserve thanks and praise

Who bestowed upon me the gift of wakefulness

And Granted the addicted neighbour wakefulness.

Donate a colour, crimson

To the colourless curtains of this old room

And help the event unfolds in my absence.

Shall we philosophize or live?

The young man gazed at clusters of grapes until the end of his life

,And sat on the steps.

In vain are being installed the railings around the crib.

Be patient until the Earth turns around the Sun

Until the Sun turns around the Earth

And Jupiter chooses his preferred planet with peace of mind.

Then I will gain a true understanding of wisdom,

I will drive love out of my bone marrow with a kick

I will admit the murder of doves.

Soberness of none of us at night had been proved.

Isn’t it strange?

 

We are two people

But we have four chairs

And our small round table constantly lives in misunderstanding.