The rocking tides of time
break against the rock of the present
that drowns under those waves
surfacing every time different
and there is another I that appears.

Immortal neurons without memory of the time flowing by
neurons living in the eternal now
where the already happened and what has to come
talk always the present tense just here
as a barbarian spell, or an atavistic treasure.

Rocking of the different consciousnesses of the alternative personalities
of the successes disguised as failures of the laughter that are not crying
of absence overwhelmed by boredom disguised as vice
on the quest for the reason of such a carnival
to mask the so pure pleasant and bright emptiness.

Tenochtitlan, 21 January 2012