Fairly dressed like models on catwalks, ants walk in line to their next dose of lies. Drink this wine, buy this toy, pray this god, kill thy neighbour with you hellish indifference, ants walk in line never rising question or doubt. They carry pictures of their spouses ans children while the highly talk of supreme ideals, ants walk in line to their next dose of submission, while crushing silent millions under their brand new shoes. The hypnotic trance of simple prescriptions, inhuman reassuring rules to avoid the burden of thought, ants walk in line to slay the unfaithful so that the bloodshed crystal castle of illusion can be kept

Softly disappearing into a sea of unspoken words, little by little  a world fades and a new day begins. I had it all and more, this bitter fruit for me to eat, as sweet as life when it meets the eye and no there's no time left for regret. Through the cold of countless winters and through the softness of endless summers, I have come this far only to see the small miracles of daily facts. I have forsaken my burden of sorrow and left behind my suitcase of pseudo morals at the side of and old road, let them be drowned in a sea of useless words. Now I can count all of my blessings: all friends I've met along this endless route,

So useless seem the offers of your world, Gaily-coloured shrouds of dreams long given In agony to black soil and time. You, my blind child, still wait for a prophet, For saviour to rescue you from fear. Just repeating the given gestures and acts, singing your mantras in an empty shell, offering sacrifices and even your own soul to a cruel and imaginary master. Among incenses and paraments your fragile voice tries to rise to reach the merciless sky, hoping for something to happen, praying for something to happen. A promise of salvation, of a secure shelter, this is all a blind child needs to act, willing to commit everything and

Light drips on sharp corners and soft silhouettes, revealing the inmost beauty of common things. So gracefully trees raise their arms in to this dream-waved winter sky, so glorious the dance of fallen leafs, marvellous the children laughing in courtyard and their playthings gleaming in the purest green of grass. Our own world shines so bright today, epiphany of matter’s own perfection, mechanism of eternity, beautiful and cruel. Who need gods and delusions when a world of infinite wonders is right at hand? Who needs angels and demons when the ecstasy of existence is right out there? There is so much to see, do, feel that t

It's some kind of weird feeling like wings beating inside my head, clouds of white and purple, restless winds call out my name, the feeling of the forthcoming storm. Angels are singing their endless choir, hail to the mighty, rulers of worlds, hail to worm destroying us all, ancient delusion, its name is Control, the whole world bows to its magnificent lure. In the crossroads of time we all stand, bound to choose if willing to fight or submit, being knights doomed to useless glory and premature death or slaves doomed to useless oblivion, puppets and  toys or maybe trying to make our con fall not on its back or its fro

Plic! Plic! Plic! Drops that fall. A broken pipe makes the gloom of this hole damp. The room is small, four meters or less. There are a stinking camp bed and the water that falls on me. There is me and the silence. Only a blade of light, sometimes, flows from under the door. Dirty walls, mouldy. This is all that's left of the world. I don't know how I ended here or why. Time goes by slowly, so slow that I recognize it only by counting the times I fall asleep. Is when I sleep that they take away a piece of me. A little quantity each time, in order to keep me alive. It's a well done job, I can feel it! A finger today, a piece of my