Tell me everything will change again,
which we will return to a moment earlier
of all catastrophes, fly over
without falling on Nagasaki,
promise to fly to Hiroshima
without listening to orders, gliding over the sacred lives of children
and sink into the blue sea
of those who know how to disobey at death.
Tell me who I am
because only you
you seem to know.
I feel my test is approaching, or is already happening.
I feel it in my body which is always tired because it is always alert.
I feel it in hunger, thirst, lack of air.
What shouldn't happen again could happen.
Live in me, penetrate me.
Your blood be one with my blood.
Your mouth enters my mouth.
Your heart magnify mine until it burst.
Tear me apart.
You fall whole in my bowels.
Let your hands go into my hands.
Your feet walk in my feet, your feet.
Blaze me, burn me.
Fill me with sweetness.
Wet my palate with your saliva.
Stay in me as wood is on a toothpick.
I can not like this, with this thirst burning myself.
With this thirst burning me.
Loneliness, its ravens, its dogs, its shreds.
Don't let the explosion happen.
I have to stop everything and please don't stop me.
Let me burn to avoid the end.
For all those times when
The grayest skies will make me tremble again,
For all those times when
My steps will be hesitant on the path,
I will tell myself
What for all those times
My soul has crumbled branches,
trampled on stones
caught the wind
Is that
after all those times
it still stands today
on the peak of a mountain.
Once upon a time there was a spring garden, green, full of flowers, and the children played.
Then the bombs came and the flowers blew up, and the children blew up too.
Now I know that the devil exists, he has a face, two ugly eyes, an empty heart.
His name is Putin.
This world was not perfect and this man was not perfect either. But no one knew that a new hell came from a man.
Or did they already know?
Yes I said it, I always said it years ago, as it was in my dreams, the war, and the children killed, but nobody listens.
Once upon a time there was Putin and he does not deserve to be in this world so I pray that he disappears because if God created a man like this then he was completely wrong.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 