Eneia Veredas

 

Pulsating Matryoshka 

It was God who placed the moon in Virgo, 

who mounted Venus in Pisces, 

who made direct Mercury unfeasible 

and disposed them to agreement, 

Who placed Mars in Cancer, 

to suffer and review 

what is part of the same decree, 

to later bring the stubble of the fire 

to the gestalt of the harvest, 

wheat and tares, 

just like the winter arbutus, 

in this uncertain time 

Until April it will be served, 

seasoned in garlic wine, 

what was left to be refined 

In May, cherries in the cinders, 

June, of tame grass and rue, 

and everything will serve 

as guilt and excuse to point fingers, 

storms and outbursts, 

insolvent rulers, burning earth, 

slow digestion, 

and the proliferation of watery storms.

The turn of centuries and cycles 

is taking place in the difficult quarter of this year.

And the harvest of this ray 

that goes from February to May, 

from September to February, 

with Pluto in Aquarius 

and Lord Uranus in the middle, 

with the mystery of Neptune 

in the house of beginnings, 

water and fire present in an oblique occult, 

like the pizza tower, decreed in secret 

in the oracle of Delphi, 

of sacred and fertile wombs 

Where many will sow warmongering 

Many others came to hold the torch 

and manifest it, the brake of wars, 

of love propagated and anchored 

in the whole 

You will call the warriors of peace crazy 

And of retrograde Venus, 

in the waltz with Mercury, 

you will see only a rehearsal, 

a glimpse of the brief future, 

a coffin, a matryoshka opening full of lies, 

of frenetic illusion, 

the incandescent sun 

will open Pandora's box, the eyes of the world.

Justice will culminate in its opaque opulence.

Here is the insinuating truth, 

the extermination of daydreaming 

in your facade, pillars will be born 

and by forceful destiny, 

or by the future of the orchestrated diligence 

Between Jupiter and Saturn, 

Uranus and Pluto, 

you will look at the points of my star, 

and in the regency, Neptune, rough, 

nebulous, insipid tongue of the learned baton, 

wisdom, the end to corruption.