REBEL – CHAPTER II – FURY – ENGLISH

REBEL – CHAPTER II – FURY – ENGLISH - RAFAEL LUDICANTI

 

1.

 

She didn't let

her rebellion

show.

 

In her imagination

there were

no rules

and it was

fundamental

not to appear

to feel what she felt.

 

In its indecipherable

authenticity,

her mystery

did not

elude

her.

 

2.

 

Her pussy was getting

more powerful.

 

There was nothing

really more

than the untamed

beauty of her.

 

Her generosity

was merely a

matter of style.

 

3.

 

Evil made her

a portal for lies

until her

eyes opened to

the beauty of courage

and the becoming

between her

legs did

not touch

the reason for

her love.

 

4.

 

I knew what

no one else had

learned before.

 

What I

wasn't taught

made no

difference.

 

I no longer needed

to create

what I knew

even without

knowing how

I had created

everything.

 

5.

 

Anger and intemperance

united with love

made that

young girl's

heart

overflow

with fury.

 

There would

have been one

last time

when

freedom

made her mad.

 

6.

 

I do not hear

the voices of Mercy

in the twilight of hell.

 

Only the reddish

glow of

immortal gods

and goddesses

on their way

to the sublimation

of their libido

through

forbidden

orgasmic

transgressions.

 

7.

 

The gargoyle

took flight

from the top

of the cathedral's

tower on

the last dawn of Lent.

 

Only through

signs can

we behold the

complexion of

the unreal.

 

8.

 

The expectations

placed on a

promising future

must consider

that the future

will arrive

in time

to put these

expectations

to the test.

 

9.

 

The magic of creative

energy must be

shared for the

sake of creative

energy itself.

 

In the spirit of art

unconsciously rests

civilization's

only hope

for survival.

 

10.

 

The innocent guilt

we feel for

the pain

of the world

being the way it is

only abandons us

when the reality

of the sensations of

an instant come

to represent

the future

of hope.

 

11.

 

The ethylic belief

in the perpetuation

of beautiful

things

may indeed

have to face

the morrow

and its

cruelty.

 

But it was this

ethylic belief that was right.

 

12.

 

The future has

always existed

and we have learned

nothing

but to value

our own

satisfaction

as the elucidation

of the expressive

enigmas

of the random

collectivity.