Ataraxia piosenki

Crouched on these sandy dunes something communicates me the drying up of significances into significants waved to the shore then stranded aground in their brief presence in the existing 

Horresco referens Sed semel in anno Licet insanire nitimur in Vetitur semper Cupimusque negata, sed si Vis me flere flendum est Primum ipsi tibi, Nosce te ipsum in cauda venenum. Nihil admirari Ego sum qui sum 

preplnený promiskuitný hlupák ktorý sa zožiera zaživa sám to ani nevidí potvrdí znamenia že ľudia sa nemenia čo sa stalo s integritou čo sa stalo s úprimnosťou obžerstvo je to čo spája konzumná spoločnosť odchádza preč jeho misia bola splnená zmen...

Give me a nest of morbid existence ancient, green nest of morbid existence emerald velvet nest ancient green nest of morbid existence berry fern nest ...no more blazes in colours and lashes of indigo blue... ancient green nest of morbid existence emera...

Avec la mer je me suis fait un cercueil de fraicheur. [Giuseppe Ungaretti] 

c'est encore la nuit des prodigues violons dans le clapotis de la mer eternelle, en reversant un paturage etoile d'ou s'enfuirent les anemos ...s'en va avec l'eau ta main a refaire lit de noces la mer parle avec quatrecents roses ta bouche c'est encor...

The universal had your presence splitting the archetype into a mask with your own features it was me who was erecting the statue of epidermic marbles in symbiotic catharsis to your majesty! 

zkurvysyn ľudskej podoby vyciciava život druhých príživník na úkor úspechu skaza na všetkých to, čo sa stalo nebolo vám málo veď vás to len zožralo to, čo sa stalo nebolo vám málo veď vás to celé zabilo podoba takého vyžierača je možná...

Abscondo Sacra In Memoria Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?" Mara Paltrinieri. 

každodenný stereotyp ktorý nás udržiava pri živote rána, ktoré prežívame s pocitom hnevu hľadáme šťastie pre lepší život stále čakáme ale to len bdieme v spánku ktorý možno ani sami neovládame realita masmédia nás utláčajú veriť v niečo, čo...

Prehnilý koráb stráca sa v hmle pri brehoch morí beznádeje. Žiadne svetlo, len starý maják, spustite kotvy, veď umrieme. Pustý záliv na starej mape zjavil sa v desivom odeve, prasknutý kompas a sivé bralá, berú si nás vodné záveje. Príliv je...

Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying if you stare at me I see silk confetti raining like umbrellas always rock...

Satis vixi sine causa acta est fabula omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas ad perpetuam rei memoriam mors acerba aut mori in tormentis morsi sibi consiscere mors ultima ratio animus ad corpore se abstrahit ad perpetuam rei memoriam 

Oh, mylord, you never returned I was waiting for you my love You told me to see the scarlet leaves, the scarlet leaves when they had fallen on the earth you would have returned you would have returned Oh mylord, now I'm laying on the ground I'm still...

Focalized in an ivory pyramid sudden I penetrate your roseate welcome Shake of mahogany your skin dives me back in the round of senses I'm waiting to free the chaos magma in fire that your artist hands make docile. 

Nihil effugium rota torturae se circumagit cum lamina acuta culpas ab corpore excorticat et sibi eius torquem facit Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam Spiritus insanus Spiritus insanus Spiritus mendaci Spiritus ad vindictam Spiritus insanus...

I ran away from the black church on fire golden and silver trees falling on me their leaves just like tears of mercy I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice they tried to bury me as a violet light took me a wild scream skinned inside I looke...

I drink sips of pink never sated tactile blunder of light the movement calms down I bow my head and lay it down on the ground I saw too many colours now it's blue my steps bring me far-away in places that I visited in the dazzle of the sleep or during the long...

"...the first one was moon-like coloured, the second was gold-like yellow, the third red, the fourth brown, the first seven buds were all of the same colour, the following ones began mixing." 

Decoding hyerogliphic omens astonished I feel in the opal sphere astonished astonished I feel Where do you bring me to die, honey hands... where do you bring me to die..? Monosyllable of perceptions dug with the fountain-pen end on the heart dug...