***
A luminous day writes us on
wilted blue:
we, the Valahs are the last
barbarians
interbred remnants, but Europe
laughs
at us, she is obsessed with her
theme
the Art and the Death. We live, we are
the life, we are animals, the
sheer nature
without gods, without myths first
we stick
food in our bowel and we copulate
and we are happy, we don’t care
about
the fate, either. We say “Yes” to
everything
and we desire nothing. The
gypsies call us:
elegiac swindlers. If we perish –
damage
to the mushrooms. We praise the executioner
and we lick his ass with maximum
delicacy,
snickering muffledly.
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