As Black as All

"Watch now, now on this Earth: On those lives th't burn in love; On theese heartz th' sin of Death; Look at this, th's end of god. Black's truth, Black's colours, Any more than a reflex is White, Any more than a mirror, a reject of light. Black's the world, It's never'r been told. No reason, no matter of being, Snow falls, again, with th' skies, An' all withe- false is masked my Green, My green, fresh, vegetal dream. White. As empty as lies. So many colours 'n the screen, So many laws, precepts und verbs, But a few time to discover our Life. Blue sea, above a darkest ocean, And melancholy, cold abysses; The sky look celestine, Behind a black full deep space; All we exist in the shadows of the stars, Electrifying paysages, Inflaming red on a front- line. Red blood and purpure; Aren't strange those sands on Mars, Or th' spectrum of Venus's sulphur?! In a grey essence, on a rosée face, Between yellow and brown foils, On violet, frisky flowers, All that they're returns to Black, 'Cause black's its spirit; Black is fine"