holiday in kosovo

godzilla is over the bridge
having children on the crossroad
a missile breaks the darkness
the night is pregnant of fire
the word is crying but it is a birth

sometimes life has no meaning
architecture is not the aim of a city
life is, was, will be

the crying eye sees the invisible
parents and relatives
love passes but invisible
all the force is not enough
to bring the light

a monster with an angel face
an aeroplane acting like a pigeon
wings of hate in his heavy flight
the hearts of America are not one
the mind of the earth is troubled
searching for the memories
memories of the future
of 2001 of the XXI
when it would be different

but the evil arrived in a tourist trip
the hard time of the brothers
are hard to face but must be faced
a holiday in a balcanic beach

would be possible commemorate
the inconfidence of Minas Gerais
in Belgrade? freedom has no home
April 21st 1797
the head of Tiradentes is cut to show
that this country could not
be free, freedom has a home

martyr is all the people that watch
an undestroiable bridge being built
they will understand before
it's all lost before the XXII
before life was just an idea

I collect maps of many cities together
willing that the world
could be like that
a long avenue of religions and parties
of wombs and health and
music and kisses
and stones and houses and shelter

but they fall on the floor
Europe is upside down
Northamerica on the South Pole
the Latinos are Muslims
snow in Africa
atlantis is not pacific

the Idea is lost in the sand in the wind
of notoughts noman nonew nothing
without an answer there will be
no confort for no one

the tiranic chest will wake in
the middle of a dream
and will see this nightmare
will be to late for regret
will be early to start the end
will be time to rewind
the remembering
and start again the construction
of a dream the same dream
a man a woman an apple
a house a child
a serpent until the night
falls again

joćo diniz
21/04/99