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- Vestibulum
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- Profile of Universal Axiom
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- Bogdanoff studio
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- Worn out by wounds naked winds bodies
Bend and moan agonizingly when you appear.
Every time we heed you when you are born again
“We enjoy your mirror echo, but, expert,
Tell, why is the land so beautiful,
When suffering are on her face?”
And the ocean rises and stars tremble
And the sun goes out in that moment –
Son of cosmos’ lips,
Featureless and eternal, unexisting, but real
Balder, Osiris, Christ, Dionisys the Great
The god without name, the name without god
Tells the truth of the lie:
“Quondam vox infame ingenium hominess genuit.
Et saxum immortalis dixit: vide, audi et tace
Principium pristinum primum fuit
Lux impunita pulcherrima fuit,
Et caelum antiquum imperavit.
O, finis amarus mise! Quo nomen te?”
And nobody hears
Except silent grey stones
These strange sounds, like the sound of falling drop
(Of) a morning dew or hot blood –
There’s no sense in it.