Fa, Fa, Mi, Si bemol,
Do, Sol, Fa, Mi, Re,
La, La, La. Enormous roar.
North, North, Southwest,
South, Northeast, Northwest,
Southeast, west, east. Thunder storm.
Tic, Toc, Toc, Tic.
The baton always o’clock
leading armies of strings.
Fingers reaching notes
in the concave ceiling,
that’s suspended by the silence.
Hands of tyrannical militia
commanding perfection to the ear,
exploited workers
of the aristocracy stained with pearls;
surrendered slaves
of the whimsical score.
(by Alberto Bremermann)
Escrito por betobremermann