Saturn Devouring his Son, 1819.
All I wanted was a sensual vision of things,
an extravagant idea of myself,
an exotic inspiration to give to others,
but I couldn´t...
We rejoiced where we find the endless
just for know what we are made.
Through verses, I travel, through the forest and oceans.
Countries have been destroyed by the modern cannibals,
but Im still here, singing my own song between dead and lights,
just for know my own desintegration.
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