The countryside is holy
the city not so much
gives away its wine
in silence
moon chimera
in greater gold
imperial nostalgia
little horse of reed
fallen into oblivion
for having suffered
waters my deserts
of a borrowed body
of eucalyptus eyes
and the pupils of a blind man
delusional cards
from the Marseille tarot
and temporary guest
tenant on earth
who has seen monsters
prettier than men
like you
under this pilgrim sky
and out of pure boredom
the congregated species
we decided to survive
awake - asleep
wounded sleepwalker
cry we had such a frequent tick
so many times so much
silence a thousand ships
and the wings of your feet
of quetzal feathers
collected in offerings
sacrifices of your own
blood
under this pilgrim sky
and out of pure boredom
the congregated species
we decided to survive