Bewitched by the eternal rhythm of divine breath, perverse he smiledto the prickly knock of rain drops, his body was cruel like beauty, his eyesincandescent like silk. Transfixed by an absolute lightning of freedom,He freed himself in an uncensored dance. Possessed by a pressingdesire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare. Star, unreachable demiurge,ice, frost and silence. A light dyed with ghost-white his heart,gusts of jade struck his memory. Icon of collective dreams,pulverized by magic fears, ancient gold of a waste land.He turned his thoughts into words and his words into actionsAnd his moan was like a sweet chant without words.