Heroes of Silence
The Spirit of Wine
The Pleasures of Poverty
the old age of people of divine lineage
and their forgotten truths
the diamond mesh against the palm leaf
through the radio I trembled
and pay with the coin of curiosity
in the supply of charas,
masturbation of questions to just listen
a whisper of silver thread
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking.
on the back of the desert towards the caves,
the footprints of the pilgrim they will guide me.
my city was dead before it was born.
pure blood run amok.
I detest those who are lukewarm in vocation
and they say that they hang by force.
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking.
on the back of the desert towards the caves,
the pilgrim's footprints will guide me.
no other heaven in The earth
crossed the face of yes and no
leaving condemnation and chains
on the opposite side of reason.
and the pleasures of poverty have defeated
a my mocked revolution.
blinded by the voice of inexperience
we crawl without thinking.
on the back of the desert towards the caves,
the pilgrim's footprints will guide me.
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crossed the face of yes and no
leaving condemnation and chains
on the opposite side of reason.