Electrified by their closeness, the drops grow drunk!And so, drunkenly they knockOn Space, taking on the dimensions of an actorOf grandeur and of sorrow,... of the heights
Their mass tears through space, shifting volumesSpherical, cubic, pyramidal, but above all!...The bursts of lightning resemble,... a fieldMined, compressing them, into sobs!
In the atmospheric chaos they cannot contain themselvesAnd they tumble down, each one seekingAn unconscious start of arrival.
When their body collapses, they feel,They wake, like a living creature they moveThrough the labyrinths and earthly veins.
The circulation feeds, dissolves and grows every cell, coversAnd embraces the earthly arterial breadth, brings backFreshness, renewal and disorientation to the resentment of the quiet,To the intoxicating grandeur of the universe.When they belong to the fairy-tale, the ambassador of achievementsThat blind the world, our soul,... must fear them.To the iconic and sorrowful perfection of the clouds, is addedThe demagoguery of expression, our meditation and our sorrow;This, a visionary and creative fantasy, of the journey.
The darling of the universe grew drunk on the grandeurOf the heavenly mirror, on its proud beautiesAnd raised as high as possible her feminine breastsToward the conquest and unraveling of the blue depthsThrough spiritual gasps, for dominion!
They threw the lava as high as possible and the sky... milked themLeaving still unquenched their lustTheir pretentious, possessive and preaching lustTriumphant!
The developing madness of the genetic dimensionsOf the earth felt the grandeur of the contentOf the space where they moved with peerless prideAnd alone, facing the universe.
Above these prides, the drops lost their patience and their haremOf their duels and heavenly showers.Joy, moans and misery, forgot ownership,They made a crown of mourning!
Wretched days traveled within and beyond envyLike a stifled pain, to the extinguished careAnd transient to the egoism that fabricates them.
Beyond the developments you will still yearn,I watch you, dried is the tear of the skies where you reached the rays,Many,... do not admire you!Can the envy of the heights still remainA projection?!...
Within the torments the dropsGathered again and to the fall,...They went wild!
The sky took pride when it milked and caressed the breastsOf the earth as an essential part of its whole.The earth rejoiced and coveted the embracing squeezeOf its tear, to the uncontrolled and chaotic movementsOf the sterility they contained.
The angels! They watched, they watched their activityAnd did not restrain them from closing the catacombsOf the earthly depths in the washing,... of sins!
Outside of awareness the drops become destructive,Shocking and caressing to the spatial thrashingsFull of groaning and joy! Their perfect imagesThey ruined with meditative knockings, always to lifeOn the watch.
The drops and the rain, like voices of beasts, with irritations provokeThoughts, torments and the spiritual blue.They resemble life, above joys they condenseTo the dilemmas of recreating the cycle,... of continuity.
