Nothing / The sign of the Southern Cross

Zarathustrean and eternal battle of day and the night, saw I.
I saw the agonic horror of the skyy starlights running away in the black, running away from me: the black, and notwithstanding...


Notwithstanding, this Herald in us all to see; this little songbird at the edge of dawn, you know: he does love us, does love you; and yet...

For the nocturnal terror and for the tears in our black mirrors, and even the black to prevail not.

Notwithstanding.



























Once upon a time.

From the past and gone days
from the golden treasure for I got blind to see: there was, there was
mystic traveller under the sign of the Southern Cross?


I remember the Southern Cross gravitating on the wild homestalls of the betrayed: if the storms gonna rock the boat, we got to stand; if the storms gonna rock the boat.


13.000 nights under the sign of the Southern Cross, I can tell you about: 
where stars and the Moon sail away across the blackness, over the terminal city: our australis finisterra.



...Listen to me now: 13.000 nights and 1 day
13.000 days and 1 night
and beyond, the incomprehensible madness of the ice: 13.000 nights.


Because sometimes I think that my life is damned.





Sub-polar baby: 
from the book of the gone and saint days I'm talking to you: mystic traveller under the sign of the Southern Cross.

Southern hemisphere's baby.



 
In those times, the streets had a strange haze, always
the streets that take from the centre to the suburbs are interminable; interminable, interminable.


Interminably long.









I was young you know, I danced in circles, and the cosmic elements blessed my night away: and I blessed your night away.



Maybe some night I asked to some star what there was awaiting in the shades of my destiny.


Maybe I did it, in some of those 13.000 nights.




...From the saint book of the gone and past days, I'm communicating these Anctartic lines: 
have you ever seen the argent mirrors of the sign of the Southern Cross?

Its luciferine shining: the zodiacal enigma of the Crystal Lizard; Nemesis, transparent goddess or enigma. Enigma...


Just like you and me.












Only the love is the eternal key that locks up all the storms; see to blind got I for.


Love. Simple and pure Love.

Love: the simplest thing in the Universe.











Love.