It’s lies, there is no abyss up above, The book of requitals and prices. We can’t help admiring the night Zodiac Eternal constellations’ dances. We stare at them, throwing up our heads, Eternity, secret and silence. There’s ways of the fates and such short our lives Are somewhere marked by invisible marks Which usually save and protect us. The sweetness so hot in such short Februaries, Like wonderful juice of the flowers Star water is poured by Aquarius In bottomless Capricorn’s mouth. The universe torrent is winding and stern And painted with bloods in its waters But, on pulling out in March haze from the binds The powerful Pisces swim on their flies Through Milky roadways to the sources. Sagittarius is fired back at least He’s bored and is breaking his spears So Taurus may be joy and even frisk At wonderful May-grass areas. From August so hungry Leo is looking At April fat Aries on pastures. For June Gemini there hands are stretching The most tender Virgins from this constellation And turn Libra into swing chairs. The darkness is snipped by the rays of the light. They’re like Arianna’s thread, endless. But Scorpio and Cancer are so far From us and, of course, harmless. The man was not angry with his Zodiac. (But stars aren’t afraid of disgrace) He took stars from the skies and made them his own, He mounted them in gold, silver and bone, And made to the secret access.
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