Liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

In the middle of night I called her.
In the middle of the nightmare of daylight...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

The more it is bruised
the more iridescent it...

I was thirsty
like the smelted sands of deserts...

I am from an ocean beyond your eyes,
_ that is why your eyes are beckoning me...

Like a bird in the cage
of a unceasing movie of fly...

Not finding it anywhere
but in yourselves...

This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth...

You are incurable
Because you are your own disease...

Have you ever drunk from the goblet of yourself?
Have you ever distinguished...

So, then, does a dummy always says
what ventriloquist want him to say...