Time changes faces but remains the same, ageless, like the pulse of the life-giving sun that throbs in shadowy space

Ichor and vinegar, the man's incorruptible matter, folds into a staff—thousand-sung laments of the rebellious word

Sketches of compromise and the transformations of silence, the earthly prayer baptized in blood, struggles trapped on a journey without return

Odysseus counts the bare whispers, rower of the perishable and the incorruptible stars, torchbearer of the earthly

Seven clowns taught man truths—to Sappho love, to Charon glory, and to God nothing

The unchanging idea of divine love always dresses in darkness, hovering and dreaming in sky-decorated ethereals, the cobblestones of nostalgia

The cries of desire resonate in the chambers of the soul, with cheap tricks revealing the hidden ruin of allure and the glimmers of lovers

Overseas journeys and visions of Stibis live within the eye's sockets and the wings of the eyelids

On the banks of Acheron, meetings of shadows undergo a murderous cleansing—crowning serenity and sin

Left hands skillfully play the harp of loneliness while cold fingers caress the stern of the body, three scratches at the borders of the ridge

The flame mingles with the liquid element and emerges as electricity in the bosom of life

Stone upon stone builds a sheltered harbor—may the pirate never live the love of the splashing

We spent our youth seeking the infinite, and drowned in the shallow the meaning of the moment