Irreverent Elegy

<br>My life is made of emotions,<br>passions and horrors, `cause when you truly<br>live you can even fall into deep pain<br>My bed is made of small fresh leaves,<br>moving slowly like a requiem<br>My temple is made of dark gloomy trees,<br>coming loose along a black oval path<br>My chant is a desperate and irreverent elegy,<br>composed in honour of those who have no reserve and fear<br>Hordes of maleficent and false sins come back upon me.<br>Shall I ever let my mind wander over the sad effect<br>this filthy disease causes to my limbs and to my heart?<br>I believe the persistence of the thin line of hope is worth this effort<br>I believe its benefice can reach the intensity<br>of full and perpetual delight<br>Nothing is true, all is allowed<br>In every dramatic situation there is<br>a subtended element of absurdity and humor<br>Every dogma contains something unhealthy and corrosive<br>Our identities change every day with our memories<br>We are not always what we really are, `cause we reinvent ourselves<br>We change our skin and consistence<br>And we lie with innocence, trusting our memory.