The gods talked to me
and they said:
You buried us unjustifiably
you put us in deep graves
gods became ghosts and
tyrants became vampires
we, the sprouts of dreams
in this world
your life can’t be spent
without us
though you deny us or
revere us, you shiver in fear or
curse us, you always
saunter under our shadows
all contemplation and
all paths lead to us and
we’re presented as idols
as pneuma or as law.
Libros Libertad 