Scene From A Nightclub

Crazy,blind,frenzy...why? Hammocks without stars rest in the eyes of writhing lizards, crawling.And I, a fiend, silent, protecting heaven and hell for myself.Dancers in the corner carry the burden of their vices on their backs.A thin weight...they are so young.One of them pushes his friend into the arms of an anxious girl.As he tumbles into her arms he grabs her from the back and exiles every shadow in the universe between them.Negative looks draw positive thoughts: to stand idle hoping to attract attention, it will come if you're Venus' kin.The barman walks across to the other bar, walking over glass that pierce the humble sins, sliding across what's left behind of the burning punishments.The mocking speakers distress the reality of the loud words thrwon into ears without balance: they mute the atmosphere of emotion around the earhtly words.A couple familiar to each other from the lies that binds them, kiss slowly,indifferently,eternally, in the middle of the dancefloor.Their friends' encouragements slide off them like rain.Her purgatorial wait has led him to his streaming paradise.The morning after shall steal their memories.A man with a white shirt, naps on the crystalline table.Damned to sorrow by his celebration.What makes him, unmade him, but he will not remember...a cycle of sielnce, moth of flames.Everyone looks at him as one looks at the child swimming in the shallow as one swims further out into the depths.One girl, like a nymph, glides along,to and fro.She goes up to everyone: hugging, kissing, holding, thanking.Always with a smile as wide as a rainbow.She is like the angels' consolation.As the rains on occasion fall upon the barren desert to refresh and relieve, so she lightens everyone's burden here with her virginal vigour.She sees me sitting on top a flight of stairs and comes to take me by the hand.She takes me to the table of the dancing lovers and begs me look into their faces, and then says: "Do you not see, in their living for the sake of nonliving, the reflection of your existence?" After a pause I wept, disguising my tears with poses.I then asked the oracle of her ear: "Do you mean to say, I belong to this exile of the most personal tortures?" She then replied: "You belong to whom you belong to.This your thoughts know and your feelings accept.Choose wisely the ones you belong to and you will have divine guides, always, through every inferno."