I am a union of the bizarre

With ordinary,

Of church bell lunacies

And restless piano keys -

I carry in my heart the dying planets’ loss,

And in my songs the froth of waterfalls...

I am a rhythm of the good

And bad,

Of voices that defy

and later yield -

In gestures, a fight with everything that’s God I will express,

And in my dreams, the grandiosity of sun’s distress...

I am a mix of harps

And trumpets,

Of slow pavanes

And rapid farandoles -

My tears carry lies of a mute regrets,

My laughter, the mandolas’ loud insolence.

I am a harmony of prose

And poetry,

Of crime,

And idyll,

Of art

And heresy -

My head carries the Infinite, the master of World’s brood,

My verse, the will of the one last Misunderstood!...