Don juan

 One fine morning I woke with the suspicion
 that most of the women of the World
 had been transformed into Statues
 and I in terrible opposition
 to the coincidences that would be created in the World
 after the pursuit of Anna
 had to leave behind on their bodies
 one autograph each.

 The Art of Writing, however, had been completely debased
 and the development of my own History
 in the sense of Our tender words
 which emerge from the soul and end up in the heart
 would not guarantee any kind of survival
 in the harshness of Human Existence, in Hell.

There where...whether wisely or stupidly
 words come only from the brain
 and the nerves taut ready to snap
 after the declarations made by the privileged ones in Paradise
 that ideal Lovers have all disappeared.

 Another way must be found
 to win over our Women this Time as well
 and even more now... that the Nightmares
 press on mercilessly toward the grounds of a logic
 which blossoms all on its own...at such a mad pace
 that all the Brave thoughts the World has nurtured
 are now tripped up by their own feet
 like old thorns.

 Consequently the feelings that never had a beginning
 now have reached a happy end
 and all that is left is for me to act in this New Age
 quickly...unconsciously...with five nervous systems
 touching by means of that Longing that comes from the Past
 but has a New Form (sacrosanct requirement of the New Age)
 the Shadow of Women...

 The single living representative of the statues
 and then the exasperated lovers
 and because there is no way they could get any tougher
 would soften from all the tears
 from the sudden chill of the lover
 thus causing the Curtain to rise
 on the development of another History.

 But let then this
 portion of the Worlds women weep.

 Now I live for myself alone
 and it doesn't matter to me if I am aggressive.

 It's  just that there must be maintained before the eyes of Spain
 this endless shadow created by the Fall of the World
 so that one day these Women will weaken
 in precisely that Spain of miracles and mysteries
 those heavily scrubbed and vulgar imaginings.

 Which I have transformed into a statue
 and with the one always seeking the other
 in a corner somewhere in this World
 which looks a great deal like a battlefield
 where we will clash with one another.

 In that space where enjoying the same rights
 they could have taken part in...
 the mentality of those fallen in Hell
 and those raised to Paradise
 particularly now that the Monasteries of Spain
 have decided not to feel sorry for anyone
 it will become obvious who was
 daydreaming about our love.

 It would be a great shock for me
 as a symbol of the impersonal if I backed down
 because to pursue Magdalene sex
 is as you know an Ancient Voracity.

 As for the Monasteries of Spain
 if they wish to excommunicate me
 they have me right here...I'm not going to hide
 but neither am I about to make an Divine Apologia
 the only thing I'd like to say is that they
                                           have fallen into Sin.

 It would be easy enough for them to back down
 from this History
 but they have insisted on planting themselves ever more firmly
 wanting to make Anna the Heroine of the Bible
 a woman completely liberated
 from the temptations of Venice
 because from what can be seen in Venice
 you will decide on
 how this great Trial should end.

 It's been some time since I've wanted to measure myself
 against this City
 and since I've been given this golden opportunity
 I want to say they've scandalized the honor of the Middle Ages
 slandering with salacious tales
 that White Republic.

 Despite all that I'm going there as one in love
 and let these living people be informed
 that I stand accused of their own affectations
 which under the Flags of St. Valentine
 are presented as Divine Acts
 but most probably are without any meaning at all...

 At least that's the way it seems...
 for the greed of the Church to excommunicate Everything
 and first and foremost the criminal beauty of Venice
 which will have the hypocrisy
 even though it is sinful
 to calmly rush toward Modernism
 leaving me...the most self-effacing of them all it seems
 quarrelling in despair with the Monasteries of Spain
 at that moment when I
 should be quickly passing from century to century
 because I came to this History late.

 And now that I see that everything has come to an end
 even the desires of Venice
 I feel more comfortable saying that I am
 one of the Bards of Modernism
 which inherited from me
                                           cynicism and
                                           egotism
 but since these Beautiful
                                           Women are complaining
 that Men have so impersonally and Vulgarly
 mortified their Happiness
 I am inclined to confess that...

 But the theme here is
 that this is not my sin...

 Please forgive me
 but as you must understand
 this mire of Evil
 opens out day by day
 like the Promised Land
 from the
               ...draconian heart of Modernism.