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VISIONS OF THE
PAST, MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE
A light as a sun of honey brought me to the feet of
the mountain of the King, where four mighty warriors were by His Throne like
brothers among brothers.
The King then said to one of those all mighty warriors
: Take a grenade, split it in pieces, one by State, because the Union has come
to an end.
Then the King said to other of the all-powerful
warriors by His Throne : Get a water melon; cut in pieces, one piece by
Republic, because the Federation has come to an end.
One more time the King spoke, saying to the third
omnipotent warrior around His Throne : Get a pineapple, slice it in dozen of
pieces, one for every nation in the Republic, and throw the core to the fire,
because the Socialist Republic has come to an end, and the Nation taking its
name will be cursed with total destruction.
The King turned to the fourth of the omnipotent warrior
at His service, and said : Get a kiwi and break it with your hands, throw to
the cows the pieces, the end of the Reign of the Blue Elephant is come.
Then He looked at me, and the King said : Who will
take these words to the people of the Earth? And standing I said: “I, I, I”.
“Come up, said He, come up, son. The poison still burns, I can see in your soul
the wounds. Come, I will cure your soul”.
As I made it to the top and I stood among the mighty
warriors as a man among great men, the King said : Take this, son; hit that
Wall. And I hit it with all my strength. The wall broke in pieces. Then the
King said : Count the bricks, son. I did so. Five hundred and one, said I. That’s
the number of the nations. Now go from here to there and count the steps. I did
so : Seven, said I. That’s right, said the king, you will walk six and at the
seven you will begin your way Home. Now lay, your soul is drunk, many barrel of
tears fill your heart; you spirit has been badly wounded, lay your head. Have a
siesta, son.
Sweet is the light that comes from richness, but
sweeter is the love of the King, sweeter than the entire richness of the world.
Can buy a diamond big as a mountain a single look from His eyes? What is to me
the Power of the most powerful men of Earth but dust in the wind, sand of the
desert running through my fingers and back to the death soil? I pay all I have
to hear His Voice, to feel His eyes on my soul, to embrace my spirit with the
sweetness of his Omnipotent Arms.
Where are you running to, people of the Earth? Hell is
the end of the road where you are heading to? Stop, come back, a man who walks
away from the abyss is not a coward, but a wise man. To face Death, here is the
real valor, the brave man shouts aloud “let’s go for it”. Don’t you see?
Darkness, extending its cloud over the Nations? Really did you believe that the
King bought the World with His blood to see His Creation falling in the Abyss
of Total Destruction? Many tears has His heart swallowed century after century,
and finally the Dawn, the Day of the Glory of the Son of God, the Day of the
Freedom of the King. To me the Armies of the Lord, whisper the winds of the
Creation from one corner to the corner of the Universe. The frontiers open
their doors to see the armies of the King. Where are you going, soldier? Am
going to gather around the armies of the King, He is calling His people to Free
the Earth. Blessed be the sons of God.
There a paradise bird sings upon a tree the news : The
Dawn is here, the Dawn is here. The entire nation of the birds sing together :
The Dawn, the Dawn is here, bless be God, bless be the King, bless be the
Earth.
Oh Mother Earth, never a Mother saw his sons and
daughters mistreated in such a way, and before her eyes. Look at her, Mother
Earth, she looks old, but she is young. Poor Mother, her pain is too great to
bear witness to her youth. Did you hear the News, my friends? The Lord God
Himself is going to sweep her tears and make the glory of her youth shine
before the stars of Heavens, the Mother in Her glory, I can’t wait to see
happiness in her face. Come, let’s follow the armies of the King, let’s sing
for the soldiers of the King a song of victory.
I woke up with the sun in my eyes and stood eyes wide
open staring at the valley below. A rainbow was crowning the hill. The poison
was gone. My soul was healed. I could float on the air and fly the sky for that
matter. But I was a young man, too young to understand the nature of the game
and of the players. Even so, does not the born warrior dream with the battles
of the future waiting for him to come and conquer? Got to grow, got to be
tried, got to face Death, got to be thrown into snakes and poisonous creatures
of the dark, the fire, solid metal, got to be forged.
Oh my soul, what have you not go through? My soul felt
on my knees and I was lashed to the core by the visions of the Adam from old.
Hit the man, hit him harder, tear his heart apart, slice his mind, break his
spirit. My soul melting in living waters, my blood turned into bitter wine,
invading my heart, sapping the foundations of my mind, no mercy, the hand that
had to hit would hit the rock. Relax, son, the goal is pure, the mean is saint,
at the end I will be there to embrace you, and heal the wounds with sweet
words. Let yourself go.
Word hard as rock are filling my mouth, and I pour
them out as lava from a volcano born to blow away the foundations of the world.
I can’t, I can’t keep it anymore. Would the man with the rope around his neck,
his body in no pain, would he repress his soul from exploding in the eyes of
the Universe?
What is a Man? When a Man is born? When is there a
Man? Who got the Power to say “here there is a man”? By what standard a man is
considered to be a man? This is the choice : A man with a heart hard as a rock,
or a man with a head hard as a stone. Which to call a man? Men of Ice Rock
hearts, this is the Age of Ice Heart Men. They watch Genocides, they patronize
Epidemics with the same cold look as the Devil’s eyes. Eve, you are so
beautiful, you should be a goddess, I can make you a goddess, eat, follow me…
to Hell!
What would give a man to read the Future as one reads
the page of a book? Fools! They thought Science would help them to be “gods”.
Even so, the world keep on turning, and Mother Earth keeps crying her pain in
the silence of her mighty loneliness. Mother of mine, look at your son, here
there is a man, your womb would live forever, your name is Crown to Eternity,
flesh of your flesh, blood from your blood sits in the Throne of God, your
tears are His tears, your pain is His pain. Mother, now it is the time to rise
the face and the hearts, there is Hope for us, we will not be turned into Dust,
God has had mercy on us.
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