The beggar

Yesterday a painter approached me
 and suggested I hold my outstretched arms
 as still as I could.

 It`s said that through such standard positioning
 humanity becomes closer
 in a quite marvelous manner
 and those passing by come into contact
 with my outstretched arms
 which is a serious reason for the agitation
 of people
 so when they die they will suggest to the rest of the dead
 that they beg fearlessly for a dime`s worth of resurrection
 from paradise...
 because the bodies that do not provoke any feeling
 have moved into the living world.

 This proposal will provoke irritation
 among the governors of hell.

 But immediately afterward the Fine Arts will intervene
 with their romantic paintings
 of Unforgettable Sunsets
 where the fire of the Soul is united with the fire of the Sun
 and who knows how many other idiocies will be born
 in the light-hearted visions of the Romantics.

 This is enough to soothe strained nerves
 and Hell and Paradise
 those bitter and uncompromising foes
 psychological and philosophical enemies
 will now enjoy give and take between themselves.

 E.g.: Someone from the hopeless depths
 weighted down with the hump of sins
 will denounce Paradise to the World.
 Because ever since he accepted as his backdrop
 these weary aspects
 he has himself committed sins
 but despite these will not accept the slightest threat
 of dethronement...

 And worst of all: the only revolutionary voice
 for Truth and Justice
 will be abolished by Paradise
 swathing it with the silk
 of money...
 of Beautiful Women...
 and the Virtuous Citizen.

 Yes, yes, such sordidness will occur
 where having enjoyed
 all the goods of the world
 an agreement is reached
 whereby long-term animosities
 must one day come to an end.

 So when you get down to it
 whatever way things might be
 they will live.

 Only I...
 non-existent in the eyes of the World
 will never dream of height
 so I might ascend to where only the mountains are visible.

 On those nightmarish...
 and pitiless heights
 global interest has now been focused
 in order to explain the poetics
 of the quarrel of the Sun with Hard Matter
 regarding the ambition of phantoms
 to acquire the Classical Pose of Mountains.

 But if that is possible
 I would then say that I am the highest phantom
 who would be able to win without a battle
 and without cosmogonic confutations
 the eternal placement of those mountains.

 Without the slightest chance however of delighting in
 the joys and torments of immortality
 because there would then pass before me
 that bad old world once again
 that would remain just as indifferent
 as now when I am
 (even though it isn`t worth the effort)
 alive.

 And indeed then when my presence
 would have been transformed into eternal air
 that the world itself would breathe
 not having a worthy Temple
 wherein to confess its sins
 and something more -- the World would even be
 indifferent to its very self.