emptiness part 3 & 4 (3. acceptance) what are you selling, gringo? bulls skinned alive while staring to the deep blue sky screaming with tears in wine... what are you selling, gringo a blink of an eye? you're praying to the dead and your child is making his mantra out of the skin of a snake but you're still believing in fortune and you're rich, and you're wise, what are you selling me, my petito, my #life? I dreamed of a darkness who flew through the sky and killed all that's living and sucked in the light I've dreamed of a dream so wild, so uncouth that droll glimpse of void made me cry, and I've cried like the virgin to Christ before becoming alive like the end of the childhood, so neglected, benign I've dried my cheek and then I looked to the sky without cease without ease to the edge of the sense becoming a man since I never dreamed, instead I tried to comprehend so what are you selling, my friend? * (4. longing for) they were so aligned in the shine of a dime so untouchable close in the marrow of time twisting in chambers and stairs so divine that the building itself would have broke without taking their breath in its cells the shadows were driven away the whispering sound of a feebly cry and the sinking sun the dream to an end but they demand (a bearing that craves) nor the end, not even the freedom itself but to relive their meaningful content as if you understand their reasons, their fate and forgive the shame, disbelieves and obeys and the child stretched out his hand and caught the reason itself glittering in a puddle of rain