Dance
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"The world is fire".. says Buddha
And the body, this poorly designed vessel
Is no longer suitable for the cosmic barbecue party
The naked body.. the knowing body
The body carrying the soul
Rich in value and idea
The castrated body killed by the temptation of lust
The pre-modern body filled with dream and meaning
Has become haunted by coincidence and dream
Until it became the counterpart of "meaninglessness"
And the post-modern body is empty except for nothingness 
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The earth rotates to the rhythm of "Salome's" bending
And the head of the "Baptizer" drips blood on the table
O son of the sixth day of creation
There is suspicion that confuses and disturbs you
And a fear whose source you know
But you are like a statue fleeing from a Greek myth
You want to bite life
Because it gave your greatness that you deserve
To another person
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O son of Adam
There is a death that mocks you and your projects and your dreams
Know that death is short in stature
It does not stumble on its long garments
Nor does it slow down at pits and bumps
It walks with confidence and pride
Because it is the pampered child of life
So choose the wisdom of the old man:
"So you don't grow old.. die early"
This world is nonsense
Sweep away what clung to your head of thoughts
And illusions and theories and worn-out ideologies
Time drips from the clock pendulum
And you have no luxury to choose your grave
In the hanging gardens of Babylon
Or near the skyscrapers
You only have to cross the muddy roads
And rise after every fall
Because you are the miserable "Sisyphus" created to roll the rock
And because "Salome" did not dance her
Last beloved dance after.