In the name of the father, in the name of vice
In the name of the roads and the butts
I raise my hat and I slip
Into my diving suit à nebulos
I fly towards the sweet Atlantis
Lit in my air currents
I fly towards the translucent dogs
And the unicorns with green hair
And I patrol in my cargo
Among the twilight UFOs
To collimate my glaviots
In my sleepwalker's viewfinder
I fly towards the radars at the bar
Which show me the Milky Way
When the fairy with the lizard eyes
Plunges me into her mists pearly
I fly towards the border city
In the night of cities without light
In the name of the father , in the name of vice
In the name of the roads and the butts
I raise my Guinness and I slip
Into the humidity of the melancos
I fly towards tactile perfumes
And towards the oviparous androgyne
I fly towards the quiet assassin
Under my airport smile
And I carbide to light years
My spaceship in the channels
My retrorockets in the beer
For the liturgy from the drink
I fly towards the hidden chaos
In the vestiges of my memory
When I no longer know which side ©
My eyes are found in the mirrors
I fly towards the border city
In the night of cities without light

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