Swallowed dreams of mental prosperity,
verticalizing into human hegemonics poverty
he sits in the crowd like rainbows
raining the sessions of my beloved hero.

He nebula speaks for crisis
when the twillight requests apocalyse thesis
Sword me to nothing but a dismal land
to be lost from God that you wanted to end.

He galaxy offers me to sleep
above the the modern astronomy sheeps
they eat the grass of wrong cosmologia
bridging the hell of renaissance era

He sun goes to burn the deepest of Me
shooted the rhizoma the inner energy
It’s killed in a seconds
the moment that make you earth constant

He universe tears Me down like a poem
texting word to words, flows slowly from the first river
watering his lovely flowers
longlife the goodness of breast gardeners