The Red Voice's Conscience

Mountain of Flesh,
Breath of Spirit;

Even in celibacy,
I cannot forget such a dance,
Around my skin; 

Even in dreams,
I cannot sing the Psalm of Grace,
In which the thorn is swept aside,
To give birth,
A new love in my heart; 

Could I contemplate your glory, 
And not desiring, 
My mouth eats you?

Could I get caressed by your hand, 
And do not long, 
My demon devours you?

Just a smile can draw a destiny
Which is marked by two living islands;

Just a blood drop can restore a wasted life, 
Which was lived among acid and poison ivy; 

Sometimes,
It's better to get drowned
Into the Well of Serpents to know that,

Living in the body is not the way,
To become exceptional,

And also to realize that,
The arrogance is like an ape, 
Pretending to be a God; 

The pleasure will be embracing in such a way,
Our vision is transforming our souls.