1. Much As

Much as you close your ears and your pares,
my breath waves will pierce you
which humid will be soaked by your skin
even though you try to close it.

And you will hear the whistle of the arrows
that are aimed at you from my mouth
and you will absorb the blood my tongue
will inject inside your veins.

And you will feel my words
turning arround your neck
asphyxiating you with this
beautiful torture of sweet flavoured
strangulation.

Much as you close your ears and your pares,
you will smoke, from my lips,
this smoke transfigured in silhouettes
from my lungs to your lungs.

2. Absynthe

Only you,
alcoholic and herbaceous bitch
wake up the sleeping beast of my
caverns and Polyphemus blinded
eyes can see again.

Happiness hugs me thinking of you,
ecstasy, catches me when you're inside
of me and my face smiles again.

Only you,
liquid parner flow in my veins
killing the child that sometimes
drives me mad and digresses
in my brain.

Yes, you know I'm on a high
but you're provoking orgasms
to my cellls and ejaculations
of joy to all the parts of my soul.

Come in! green by my eyes
with your bitter smell,
play with my tongue
burn under my palate,
vulcanize my blood and
mix it with my thoughts,

elevating me to the top,
to the summit of my craggy
and mountainous existence.

3. Follow Me

Follow me, don't care if you come from the land
where fire doesn't burn and sun doesn't blind.
Follow me, don't care if you come from the land
where hearts lay extinct and bodies are deprived
of their wings.

Follow me, mix and liquate your being here...
Melting down your flesh with the melted stone,
melting your wings flapping
with the air you're breathing.

Follow me, I will make you burnt and blind.
I'll bring you to the land where you'll find
heartbeats as eruptions.
Follow me, to an igneous place where air and body
are one and the blood flows slow, dense
and incandescent like volcanic lava.

Follow me, mix and liquate your being here...
Melting down your flesh with the melted stone,
melting your wings flapping
with the air you're breathing.

4. Reaching The Stars

There's a building in my mind
full of people wanting to cry
and a dark room in my heart
that nobody, wants to see inside

never was the same way
thoughts going far from here
to erase the past,
and see who I am
to reach the stars,
dead words will say

close to resolving the equation
solutions will be, painted in the picture
and a mixture of fragility and rage
will be signs, links of the chain

can you hear me? I'm inside!!
in this circle where nobody wants to try (inside)
it's a castle, of broken glasses,
in this temple nothing changes
there's only one thought in my mind
I'm hungry and I can't taste,
all these flavors, they make me sick,
and split!!
in the table there's a light
but I can't see, I'm too blind
to complete the search

5. The Perfect Depth Of The Mermaids

Slowly and tiny do you slide
and slip yourself from your necklace
of entwined seaweeds,
and you wriggle behind the stairs
of this stonny trampoline.

And firmly you perch your legs
on these sharp razors,
that shave Neptune's frothy
and curry beard.

Breeze drunks you riding this
oceanic horse over the dissolved
hills of salt.

And from the electric jelly of "Medusae"
you feed our skin finnings,
turning on cold and shining scales
of silvered blue,
which smilingly they immerse us,
more and more,
in the perfect depth of the mermaids.

6. Air

Now I retrieved my wings
I want to fly into the wind
let Eolo carry me, and feel
you hold my hand tight.

Now I retrieved my wings
I want to feel myself floating next to you.
I want to be a brother to the air and feel
the humidity of the clouds caress
my face.

Nyt kun sain siipeni takaisin
tahdon lent?? vastatuuleen
antaa eolon kantaa, ja tuntea
sinun tarttuvan tiukasti k?teeni

Nyt kun sain siipeni takaisin
tahdon tuntea kelluvani vierell?si.
Tahdon alla ilman veli ja tuntea
pilvien kosteuden hyv?ilev?n
kasvojani.

7. Under The Morning Rays

All those images which
gush as a fountain's
fluid water,
attract to me that vision
so archaic, almost neolitic,
of such a cold stone that
appears in front of me,
looking and smiling at me.

I want to kiss it...
but my stare can only
round it in circles,
when hypnotizes me...
till I kneel down,
when I fall asleep...

I want to caress it
when hypnotizes me...
till I kneel down,
when I fall asleep...

Neither escape nor awake me
from this kind scorn.
Don't suck this sedating
laudanum that Morpheus injects
into my veins.

Let me only embrace that
cold frost skin and cover me
with this boreal sunrise dew.

Until my soul vanishes evaporated
with the water,
under the morning rays...

8. The Trip

The archaic and heavy words
from the stone age,
drag and lead me, to a mental city

Metropolis with streets, of rare smells
where my steps become strange,
and sounds are tiny.

A place where titanium lips
kiss and cover my skin
crumpled by the flogging
of a rending sensuality.

A place where they created
Abraxas from ice and fire
and they believe only what
their eyes see.

It's a glass ball viewing the future
like a witch vomiting a nasty past,
and a wizard made of a lovely essence
contaminates a wide and square mind.

Sometimes when they find me there
I'm present but in a million places lost
looking for collosal forces to build
the everlasting tears
I have never dropped.

As the piano notes, sound like a poisonous fluid
this trip becomes sad, and fucking hard,
now the dream is not a quiet walk,
it is a pyramidal nightmare that lifts me
to its zenith and throws me down,
because this false reality shows me
the reason I'm in this town.
because this false reality shows me
the reason I fell.

9. Smoke's Men

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which squeeze me out from the inside,
they explode my head temples
and surround my stomach with that
burning blue fire.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which cover my fluids with convulsing
spasms and tint my fears with the
blood that, bubbling, flows outside
of me.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which tie my entrails and pull out
my soul by the mental retchings of
the feelings.

Trapped by smoke's men whirlpool...
which dissect my eye's cover,
breaking the acid blink of my
sobs and aphonic weepings.

10. Outer

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