In whithering trees,
Singing their song,
I did pity the terestrial eyes
Of an apathetic whroe.
Knowledge is a virtue, and it enmeshes fragile limbs like purple silk.
The immortal soul dives into the deep, still waters of its rememberance, and,
Like a floating fog, it rises and fades away.
The velvet surface stirs, a lake has changed into another.
Here, in the dungeon of life's trivial and sophisticated cruelty I freeze,
I hunger and I plunder amidst the colorful circus of a lethargical mankind.
A fat dancer weeps while the cold moon beams grap for her trembling throat.
I still remember her suffocating croak,
A nocturnal hommage to the night sky.
Then the rain sets in and the naked dancer's body is moistened with heaven's crystal tears.
Here I stand, beside the dim chasm of my fear, singing in an endless desert of despair.
The cats bribe the birds with worms. The slaughter welcomes the pig, a mother her stillbirth.
My grief sears the seed of my hope, a dull cry rises and fades.
Has my aspiration been useless?
Knowledge declaims a passionate poem of resolute perseverance,
Knowledge is a virtue, and it enmeshes fragile limbs like purple silk.
I don't want to freeze, the frost destroys my hope.
Socrates, the philosophical genius of the ancient Athens,
Defended the intellectual essence that the cognition of all good
Indicates the useful aspects.
This doctrine he taught in profound conversations, not in order to confirm his rhetorical genius, but in order to let humanity recognize own, fatal mistakes.
Deus ex machina, one philosophical master unveils and changes human inadequacy and vanity.
The immortal soul dives into the deep, still waters of it's remembrance, and, like a floating fog it rises and fades away.
The velvet surface stirs, a lake has changed into another.
And woe betide me if I forsake precious rebellion.
The dancer shall fly and swirl on the starlit paths in the vast and endless halls of the restless universe.