In line with the opinion of some
who say that the world is collapsing
and that the perfidious twenty-first century
is digging its premature grave.
I ask these new Jeremiahs
let them no longer lament for the walls
the sad end of a utopia
that put its future up for auction.
And now without favor...
we will have to drown
so much horror
of so many hardships and sorrows
with a good flood that spills love...
love to seas...
Let the bosses of the sects,
the priests of the golden calves
and the elite of the correct law
the ruin of the ark without treasure.
And let them know that all their laurels
they will be leaves blown away by the wind,
that all their honey will be ice
at the stupidest moment.
And now without favor...
Of the opposite sign to these opposites,
there they go to the sound of the elements
the fugitives of the Corsair Power
and the god of some serial savior.
Lost, more s never losers
and regardless of elbows and climbs,
those who are nothing more than dreamers
will be the most beautiful thing in Nothingness.
And now without favor...

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