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Goods

It might seem innocent to you
But even so, it is evident
that not even the most eloquent
and not even thousands of serpent's tongues
could answer me
if someone, among so many people,
including the claircoyants
with their budding visions
sees in recent history
of Orient and Occident
a reason that nourishes
this insane dimension
if my mind does not lie to me
someone among the listeners
could answer me
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes:
If water has an owner
who owns light?
Who owns this soil?
Who profits off of our
sky?
who profits off of our
sun?
 

Dismemory

Guess
Riddle
Older than hope
More common than chicory
It's dismem...ory
 
Guess
Riddle
Like a false accusation
The most faithful story
Is not always mem...ory
This treadmill turns
Swing door
There's no glory
If there's memory
 
If you stay silent you kill it
It's like a skin
You find it if you scratch
Fertile orchard
The flower of the present
Will be born in it
 
This treadmill turns
Swing door
There's no glory
If there's mem...
 
I lost the thread
The thread to this story
I lost the thread
The thread to this
 

45 brains and one heart

Silence!
 
They found
Where they always knew
They were
45 brains and one heart
 
In front of such a discovery
And the amazement of the present ones
They saw the light, conserved
Like bodies of pharaos
 
Here, without myth or rite
Left to time
Wrapped up in mud
Near some urbanization
45 brains and 1 heart
 
Silence!
They're still there in silence
Their longings suspended
Dirty fate
Their dreams whisper
Dirty silence, yes
They're still there
 
They found
Where they always knew
They were
45 brains and 1 heart
 
In front of such a discovery
And the amazement of the present ones
They saw the light, conserved
Like bodies of pharaos
 
The soil made them of themselves and ours
Heaven had them alive and dead
Jewels of modern fortgetfulness
Who forgets, who remembers?
 
45 brains and one heart
 
Silence!
 
Tell me, death, little death of mine
Where will you burn?
The lady answers:
'I will come at dawn
I will come at nightfall
I will come where you will be'
 
My time is not your time
It wanted to explain
That I live in the stones
The ones of today and the ones of yesterday
I am the course of the world
I am only a second
Afterwards there will be no afterwards
 
After eighty years
After eight decades
While I sing
While he plays
While you listen to me
While you breathe
While, during, afterwards
They're still there
In silence