Saying wait is a crime,
saying tomorrow is the same as killing.
Yesterday was of no use to us,
scars don't help us walk.
Only dying remains
as the most immutable reason,
living is an accident,
an exercise in joy and pain.
No, no,
that thought
cannot take a seat,
that thought is to be
always passing, passing, passing.
Whoever sets rules for the game
is deceived if he says that he is a player,
what moves him is the fear
that it will be known that he never played.
Science is a strategy,
it is a way to bind the truth
which is something more than matter
because the mystery is hidden behind it.
No, no...
There are too many prophets,
professionals of freedom
who make the air a flag,
useless pretext to breathe
in an infinite night
that is rocking this great coffin
where we forget that the day
is only a point, a point of light.
No, no...