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A SUNDAY JULIAN HALLELUIAH
Sunshine came around bringing cinders of
sleepy volcanoes, traveling on laughing clouds through wary skies, tearing
apart dreams of lapis lazuli, in the hope to kindle a heart to the last breath
standing its ground.
Wolves with iron hooves ride the planes of
a century in its infancy, sweeping away the sparks of a lifeless memory, at the
feet of a man smuggling a prayer for the sake of a child carried merciless to
the abortion table.
Hard fight back the storms of wars, to be
saluted with hails by the generations unborn, a philosophy without principles,
grown to write in the walls of the future, senseless apothegms, bloody schisms,
when nothing remains everything begins.
Sunshine has come at last, the wind walk
the avenues singing songs of boredom and economics laws for the herds of the
cities to eat, cannibals!, in the name of civilization the seas rise to kneel
before the madness of the leaders, of a world never meant to live beyond the
status quo of fratricide and genocide, words so dear to some, for the gods to
watch the show, the last laughter for whom will be?
The cracking of the heavens, the tumbling
of the mountains, the war cry of the winds, life so precious to fingers like a
divine mercury flying through scales of bizarre, tears, a diamond for a wound,
a pound for a bloody tear, what is it all to me?
Weightless souls sailing the reason of the
unknown centuries coming, looking back to times burying themselves in golden
graves, a mausoleum for a king, rather a golden grave than a life free, while
the belly of the M31 swallows the smokes of the eternity, give it one
Halleluiah, M81 is dancing in the moon, Hubble speaks, the gods have spoken,
let it be.
The ghost of a kiss follow my shadow
through the streets, I look at my back to embrace its body, and when I wake my
arms are full of destiny, yesterday is tomorrow, the past never sleep, only the
future dreams, and the present? It stands in the stream fighting its way
through wild waters. Here a wide and crazy fall, there a tycoon of the deep
playing its lute before taking you with it, to the deep.
A head rises to the heights, a cloud too
fat with pain to make it to the sun, a train motionless advancing, on invisible
wheels, drums in the horizon, sunrise at last, smoke in the eyes, moonshine is
fading away, a new day is born, in the shore of forgiveness where hope lays
like a soul forgotten from men and gods.
What makes a day different to the other, a
rock from a stone, a hill from a mountain, a star from a galaxy, a rebellion
from a civil war? Tam tam, the soldier cleans his
gun, tam tam, the Lieutenant wash his teeth, tam tam, the Tyrant comb his moustache, tam tam,
nuclear war is coming. Listen the word of the tornadoes, science is drunk, the
harpist is tuning its HAAARP, tam tam, humans never
made it, to be brothers, tam tam, humans never wanted
it, to be sisters, tam tam, humans never loved it, to
be One.
A grave for a race, please, said the
cowboy to the bartender, with or without epitaph, said the bartender, fuck it,
said the cowboy, don’t mess with Texas, kid. Halleluiah, abracadabra, the rich
get richer, the poor get poorer, the new Robin Hood takes from the poor to
bail-out the spoils with the rich. So said the wise men longtime ago, you can’t
drink twice the same water. Long life to the New Robin Hood, the Prince of
Peace, so the wise men said. And the brute said, understood, the future rest on
the hands of the rich, the richer he get the better for the poor, the poor, the
poorer he get, the richer he is. Yes, not even God could have given birth to an
enigma so astonishing! Am impressed!
Fears get on line like an army of
assassins carrying nuclear weapons, in the name of civilization and Prosperity.
A soul is swinging like the head of a fool before the clock of the hypnotizer,
when I count three you will sleep. What for? To rape you, idiot? Oh you are a
diplomat! Of course, son, I am the one who will tranquilize you, moralize you
and advice you to be cool while you are being raped. Ah, that’s Diplomacy,
sorry sir, me idiot, I will close my eyes, one two tree, have fun raping me,
thank you!
Total destruction, what does it means?
Mass destruction weapons, what is that? Sixty thousand nuclear bombs they
blasted, fuck the oceans, fuck the sky, fuck Mother Earth, nuclear weapons
those were, mass destruction weapons, weren’t they? Why we don’t invade the
USA? Why we don’t invade the Russian Federation? Why we don’t invade the
Republic of China? Why? You don’t understand, why you got to be an idiot? Have
cocaine and enjoy your miserable life, you rat! Of course you can adopt
children, you pedées! Do whatever you want, just
don’t mess with Texas, you understand?
Earth look at the Moon, the Moon look at
the Sun, the Sun look at the Galaxies, the Galaxies look at the eternity. It’s
only me looking at God?
On the waves of destiny, dancing a waltz
on the crest of a mighty sea, have you ever eaten an ice cream on the top of a
cake of shit? Give me another Halleluiah!
Come on, American Black, you got to hail
your king, the New Robin Hood, or would you hail the new god of the dead,
Mister Mormon Superhero! What a democracy is that! Five hundred millions of
souls and that’s all they can get? an Anti-Robin Hood or a God of the Dead!
Give me another Halleluiah!
One two tree, says the Diplomat, you will
sleep while you are being massacred!
Who could have foretold in the years of
our innocence that the world would arrive at this point of indecency! How good
did Libya! God, said the Libyan men, free us from Diplomats! And they made it,
be free. Is there anything more gorgeous than Freedom?
One two tree, you can wake up, son, you
have been already raped, tell me son, was it that hard? what suffering I saved
you from, isn’t? Give it another Halleluiah!
I see it, that soul, climbing to the tree.
I see it, the rope, being tied to the branch. I see it, he is hanging himself.
I see him there, living is own death. And I see him there too, sitting on the
bench, smoking his cigar, counting the dead. What a world, poets worth nothing,
worthless prophets, insane leaders, tyrants to the dead, paranoiac queens and
kings, assassins on their thrones, give them another Halleluiah!
God is praying! Whom is praying to? Is it
not to me, said the soul of the hanging man, I came up here to watch the end.
He said it, right? Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. So? when will the show start?
Iran is pushing down the borders of Iraq
and Syria. Israel is backing the Tyrant. USA backs Israel. Russia and China
gets the blame. Wouldn’t be easier to dismiss the Syrian tyrant and erase from
the map Iran as a Nation? But, there would be no profit, if World Peace be
reached, what about the War Industry? War is the core of the Progress.
And Cocaine is the horse to keep Paranoia
rising high and strong. Today is the Black Widow of Argentina who is going to
be killed by a Ghost coming out of the blue. Yesterday was the Cocaine Lord of
Bolivia the one to be killed by a spider from Mars. Don’t ever have you read
the news? Bolivia has doubled her National Cocaine Production since the Indian
came to the throne of the Empire of the Sun. Give him another Halleluiah!
Ashes to ashes, shit to shit. One day I
will wake up on a lazy cloud with an angel by my side tuning my red guitar with
one of my diamond tears in his hand and singing Victoria with Andromeda and
Perseus, Dylan on my arms and Nairobi kissing my ears with her grassy eyes.
Halleluiah!
Another one who bites the dust.
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