Then the
sun cooled
, and the blessings departed from the lands
, and the greens withered into the fields
, and the fish dried up into the seas
, and the soil of the dead was
gone, so he did not accept himself, the
night was in all the pale windows
like a suspicious idea, constantly
in congestion and flooding,
and the paths
were left to continue in darkness,
no one thought of love anymore, no
one thought of conquest
anymore, and no
one thought of anything else.
Lonely caves were
born in vain,
blood smelled of marijuana and opium,
pregnant women
gave birth to headless babies
, and cradles
took refuge in the graves out of shame, how bitter
and dark the bread had
overwhelmed the wonderful power of the mission,
the hungry and miserable prophets fled
from the divine promises
, and the lost lambs of Jesus
no longer heard the voice of a shepherds voice
in the astonishment of the plains,
in the eyes of the mirrors, as if
the movements and The colors and images were
reflected
upside down, and over the heads of the vile clowns
and the ugly face of his prostitutes, a
sacred aura of light burned
like a burning parachute
, the swamps of alcohol
with those poisonous gaseous vapors dragged the
immobile masses of intellectuals
into their depths
, and the verminous rats
chewed the golden leaves of the books
in the old closets, the
sun was dead
, the sun was dead, and tomorrow had
a
vague lost meaning in the minds of the children.They portrayed the strangeness of this old word
in their exercises
with a large black spot,
the people, the
fallen group of people,
discouraged, lonely and stunned, went from one stranger
to another under the ominous burden
of their
corpses,
and the painful desire for crime
swelled in their hands,
sometimes a spark, a small spark, would suddenly
disintegrate this silent and lifeless community
from within,
they would rush to each other, men
with throats. They were
torn apart with knives
and
slept with immature girls in a bed of blood,
they were drowning in their own terror
and the frightening sense of guilt
paralyzed their
blind and stupid souls. You always
saw these little criminals
standing
and staring
at the constant fall of the water fountains
, perhaps still behind
the crushed eyes, in the depths of the freezing
, there was a half-living confused thing left behind the crushed eyes
, which in its relentless effort wanted to
believe in the purity of the waters
, perhaps, but what an endless emptiness
the sun had died,
and no one knew
its name. The sad dove has
escaped from the hearts, it is faithful
, oh, O voice of the prisoner,
will the glory of your despair never
penetrate the light from any side of this hated night?
Oh, O prisoners voice,
the last sound of voices . . .
