The last insanity lights my mind,
it transforms the lips into strings
and the dreams into pink harmonies,
the cold cleans the thoughts,
it offers to the dogs only my body,
too empty and too full
by the facts and old seeds.

I walk slowly to the normality zero
though my stick is too ill
and the eye is very heavy,
it's time to sing a breathe,
to rest my unshaved heart,
the last insanity blinds
the mirror of my hungry soul.

Now I must drink, again,
other peaceful and red drugs,
the chemists give me green hopes,
the prophets offer me a new bread,
the time is already crucified
on the cross of too warm memories,
I'm the mummy of the last insanity.