the extended wire
the despair has no limits
the night dog barking
at the dogcatchers of the day
we try to count up
to ten
the figures have lost their
mean mg
any moment
two can become
twenty millions
as it can mean
nothing
just a figure
on the extended wire
too many acrobats
despair is a water
whose bank
you can't reach
the aroma of bread
keeps its history in the mud
of the villages
and so does the town
further in their lies
the jungle of memory
luckily we have realties in the country
our social aids
they refresh our ozone
of the payments
for the warm water
for the common showers
the axis of the rectilinear thoughts
or to blow over
the muffin and milk
with the backbone bending
1ike a trumpet announcing
the state of being erect
in the wind of duplicity
the speech of the leaders
is Iike a trumpet announcing
the state of being erect
stop talking about
the government
cursing it
it is god's finger
that only the chosen ones
can masturbate with
it works night and day
the contours out of which
the dawns shou1d ejaculate
get on to work
you poets
stop walking around
with the map of hope
stop flying paper planes
under the dawn of the day
stop feeling happy
when the canopy of night
creaks
we work we do not think
between say and do
there lies the desert of chimeras
the equality between utopias
how much is sex
the student from the faculty of dreams
asked
as much as an illusion
the dream answered
flirting with somebody else
the next day
the student
committed suicide
the drain hole
the stray dog and the junkie
shadows with no luck at all
in utopia
it always gets dark
but in the minor there comes
the mercedes which overtakes you
and you don't know which is
in fact the reality
you can do anything
if you can
meet the americans
or to climb up the russian gas
cutting at the moment
you get to be somebody
when you have nothing to Iose
easily you can sell out your soul, too
otherwise death might be
a relief
we live two parallel realities
the extended wire
and
the shadow of the rose
under which we vainly wait
for the little prick of
the market economy
to erect
the wooden tongue
got stuck in words
we'll do anything
and backwards
to the extended wire
the perfection of the equilibrium
beyond hope there's nothing left
too many acrobats
twenty millions
the god's finger
we work we do not think
the void of the chimeras
searching he prime minister for eggs
to be cheated by your dream
the russian gas
the parallel realities
and perfection again
the perfection of our equilibrium
owl the the professional acrobats