Such is the weirdness of wandering,
The wonder in the stars of the galaxy,
And all the galaxies of the universe,
And all the universes of the Cosmos entire;
Such is the strangeness of every dot on the map,
Every village or city in the entire world,
Every piano, and every inn;
Every flavour of meat or wine.
Touch the glories and pain in the sky,
The dog-bites, and the insects,
Women with vast secrets beyond
The narrow fields of the Hearth.
In his carriage, a great Traveller went
Among gypsies, pilgrim to ultimate depths,
Offering the world his wondrous sounds,
As High Priest of Romanticism.
I love him, proud and humble
At the same time, friend of the Soul,
Adventurer of the heart, brave and true,
Genius of a distant star.
Sunshine shoots through all darkness
Colours of a woman`s blouse
Pierce like the rainbow into mystery
Her character singing its distinctive song
Her lips so soft, dripping in beauty,
Her eyes so round and brown in beauty,
Her breasts breathing a million kisses,
Her nipples dreaming a million dreams.
The sunset of her pink dreams,
Her soft skin touching miraculously,
Warm, sweet, soft, loving woman,
All that is real of paradise.
Dark deep frightening romantic blue
Sky, fixed, after dusk
In intense mood like a mad thought,
Racking the dark deep parts of the brain
O swivel us to the nether regions!
Escape altogether the dreary track
Of wandering: fly, into other realms
Like dancing midges in a sunset sky!
Adventure beyond fear, forget all
Clustering anxieties and dripping fears,
Fly, flow, pour away
Make love to strangers, who love thee best
Do not end up with the hurdy-gurdy man
On the freezing ice, like Franz Schubert;
I was once there: he is forever my brother
But never again would I wander there.
No more of that: when you die you die,
Until then enjoy the sun
And wine and delicious women and music
From whenever it comes, be it paradise
Or hell, a tune can always bring
Experience, hope, love, or death,
All are equal ultimately;
When one shuts off, so do all the rest