Fernando
Midnight calls me every moment I come down to the road Silence throughout the building I touch your hair, your lips You embed millions of grenades I smell the gunpowder you have preserved for long Corpses are burning and the smoke envelops me Few dogs are my scavenger poems I put the pages one by one into the flame Corpses set the pages free I am walking down since the seventies Have seen decapitated faces But I will protect you from these paper tigers You are gripping the banner The moon becomes a sharp sickle Silence! Mayakovsky has taken the floor. I read carefully each assignment of the dead ones The moon is not happy, stars too Corpses are burning and the guitar is played amidst tears The revisionist ones have opened their shops of religion You have given me the trigger and a knife I am making the knife sharper in the fire of corpses I love you, my dear girl I will do the job when the fire will be blue I touch your forehead, your h
