Diariu Animal

And the pieces that we tear off

will stay here,

like questions that were never answered will remain,

question marks with the shape of thorns

lacerating the head of that man on the cross,

and he looking with indifference shrugging his shoulders,

"oh, how sad"

all that remains is to cross oneself.

We know well how to punish the machiavellic pain

that turns us into animals

Throwing rocks or sending it to the sea

Oh, How shameful

Let's shrugg our shoulders too

Can you see those red open wounds?

They are clearly alive,

Like fresh flesh waiting to be eaten

Like medium rare steak.

Sin is the least of this savage thing

After many murders and barbarism

Where is the original calm?

And I will leave pieces of myself here,

like the ones you gave to me,

I sharpen my fangs like a vile madman, oh, how shameful,

animal, for the love we found once

Oh, animal...

Oh, how sad...