Sleepless City...

Out in the sky, no one sleeps.
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
Lunar creatures sniff and circle the dwellings.
Live iguanas will come to bite the man who
don't dream, and the broken-hearted fugitive
will meet on street corners an incredible crocodile
resting beneath the tender protest of the stars.

Out in the world, no one sleeps.
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
There is a corpse in the farthest graveyard
complaining for three years because of an arid
landscape in his knee;
and a boy who was buried this morning cried
so much they had to call the dogs to quiet him.

Life is no dream.
Watch out ! Watch out ! Watch out !
We fall down stairs and eat the moist earth,
or we climb to the snow's edge with the
choir of dead dahlias.
But there is no oblivion, no dream:
raw flesh. Kiss tie mouths
in a tangle of new veins and those in pain
will bear it with no respite and those who
are frightened by death will carry it on their
shoulders.

One day
horses will live in the taverns
and furious ants
will attack the yellow skies that take refuge
in the eyes of cattle.
another day
we'll witness the resurrection of dried butterflies,
and even when walking in a landscape of gray sponges
and silent ships, we'll see our ring shine and roses spill 
from our tongues.
Watch out ! Watch out ! Watch out !
Those still marked by claws and cloudburst,
that boy who cried because he doesn't know bridges exist,
or that corpse that has nothing more than its head and one shoe-
they all must be led to the wall where iguanas and serpents wait,
where the mummified hand of a child waits
and the camel's fur bristles with a violent blue shill.

Out in the sky, no one sleeps.
No one, no one.
No one sleeps.
But if someone closes his eyes,
whip him, my children, whip him !
Let there be a panorama of open eyes
and bitter inflamed wounds.
Out in the world, no one sleeps.
No one. No one.
I've said it before.
No one sleeps...

Think about it...
Do you understand ?
Or do you think it is rubbish ?...