I have seen the best minds of my generation destroyed, running in their sleep, losing ideas, living the age of chemical drugs and non-culture, skirting the banks of overflowing rivers, motionless, breathless, panting for success, addicted to themselves, blinded by nothingness, in the nothingness of a miracle that took away their light. Whispered inanition inside minds, prey to translatable languages, emptied into full words offered again by life from beginning to end. Infinite loop. Bug, man loses himself, blurred by white screens, non-thoughts flow. On the sound cards, the thousand flashes of two thousand years of music shine in a flash, only to disappear, as they appear, alone, after the night. Programmers, workers of the year two thousand, reduced to slaves of their idol. Clinging to talking machines, they scan the night horizon through cameras, yellow, with nausea of life. System reboot! SYSTEM REBOOT!!! Crazy blue screens. Miracle extinguished, withered. If then .. i can ... can, i can ...else ... The voice falls silent again, cries out with force, infinite listings. Disappearance of printouts into nothingness, minds and lives swept away. Suicide of the mind dazzled by the virtual dream. Men and women kidnapped into forgotten emotions. Lost souls. Dead music of ideas, withered inside the silicon of empty rooms, chases itself, echo, in verse, to itself. On the bare walls of screens, black microchips climb, night insects, predators of souls. Misery of human loneliness. Night screams, in silence, extinguished emotions, broken lives, shattered loves, escapes from life, trip of life, enclosed in a soap bubble, in the dream of life. Virtual, simulacrum of the year two thousand. Extreme idol of the non-soul. Men and women enslaved by a non-thought, by a non-life. Young scream, ancient scream, scream of night, in the night. Heartbreaking cries of old people, they die alone. Cries of lonely mothers give birth to only children, who adopt lonely dogs and cats to overcome their own loneliness. Lonely dogs! Night howls, ancient as the moonlight, in the moonlight. Wild howl, desperate, search for freedom. Thunder rings out in the night. Storm of modems turned on, burning rivers carry the water to the sea where they are lost. Neo-liberalism and trusts kill free competition. They kill thousands of exploited people in poor countries. In the museum of old dinosaurs, the first microchips, tattooed on the skin of men and women imprisoned in their modern concentration camps. Fences of electric wires, like barbed wire, imprison in the void of ideas with a false interaction thousands of lonely lives. In the world, war, Cain kills Abel. Massacre for power, massacre for black gold, massacre from diseases invented for the stock market’s law. The poor stagger in the darkness of the streets, corrupt politicians sell off their country for money. City on fire, black clouds of smoke rise. On the streets, the acrid smell of burning garbage, an apocalyptic scenario. Post-nuclear: children born deformed from progress that kills in the name of economies. Bone-like trees, reduced to skeletons, glassy specters of nature, humiliated, offended, mocked by the hand of the powerful, thirsty for having, having, having. Intellectuals at the service of the highest bidder, strut on television sidewalks.
Greet with joy!
