Late last night my forehead burned
with a fever of darkness.
It was the Virgin of the West
who came to confess.
It arrived with black veil and broken
dirty hands and feet,
sunken and remote eyes,
lips parted by thirst.
And the galaxy was sick,
serious coffin,
that was getting entangled,
I was getting entangled,
as a whirlpool,
as a conch,
as a universe,
like oblivion.
Last night my forehead burned,
It burned with universal fever.
It was the Virgin of the West
It was the love of Lupanar.
And as the love celebrates,
the deep veil discovered
and I saw his sex of snakes
playing at being temptation.
And the galaxy was sick ...
Late last night my forehead burned
bathed in firework.
It was the Virgin of the West
It was the infernal Virgin.
He came with all his ointments,
he came pretending to be the light,
He came with bloody atoms,
Democratic wine and with a cross.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)