Entropía 11.7.10

Album: “E= I”

Time is the space

You go away, like an eternity.

So it's better, when you leave, you stay

Because time is the space

And for the time you will travel.

Uróboro is the destination,

When you leave, you stay

And it is like that.

That's how it is, nothing more.

Time is the space

and for the time I will travel

A circle is the way

I back; and you will be

So it's better, when you leave, you stay

Because time is the space

And for the time you will travel

A circle is the path.

When you leave, you come back.

And it is like that.

This is how it is, nothing more.

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The art of flying

On good and on evil

Fly.

Without guilt, without moral

Fly.

Without even humanity

Fly.

Like Icarus towards the sun

I Wish.

Under the sea, on Morpheus

I want to fly.

There is no one to cry anymore.

Fly.

Guilt can not reach me

Even punishment does not excuse me.

I am good and I am evil.

Fly.

Album: “Constante Lambda”

Justification

Why the whole and not nothing?

Why again, not once?

Will it be the random of the dice,

the random to sacred

In which the amount is how I decided?

Why today was not yesterday?

Is there an order of things that maybe

They are four men saved

Justified love

Between the sway of breathing

Of the expanding universe?

Live the devil by turning me to the past

Live Judas in every kiss I have given you

Live love before the sun

I am what I give

It is only love alone.

Why the whole and not nothing?

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The Nature

A signal at all

Another sign of the infinite

A signal is the absolute

And two nothing

And three nothing.

A fraction of the absolute

They are like thousands of infinities.

Since the infinite is not one, it is nothing.

When the sea is the infinite

When the sky, the absolute:

Parallel lines come together in nothing.

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The day

it is changing from orange to yellow, the sun.

It is reaching its target on the flank, the sun.

Radiant rose without simulating in its radiance.

Without simulanting, radiant rose in my glare.

And it rushes in the dance of the waters, the sun.

And at last it rains and over the clouds Who can? the Sun

Radiant rose without simulating in its radiance.

Without simulanting, radiant rose in my glare.

Noon. The Ecclesiastes says:

What is it that hath been? the same thing

that shall be. What is it that hath been done?

the same that shall be done.

Nothing under the sun is new, neither is

any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it

hath already gone before in the ages that were

What hath a man more of all his labour,

that he taketh under the sun?

One generation passeth away, and another

generation cometh: but the earth standeth for ever

The sun riseth, and goeth down, and returneth

to his place: and there rising again.

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