Marieta Maglas Poems
This game is the way in which slaughter becomes an end in itself.
Acta est fabula plaudite
The play has been performed; applaud!
Surely, less obvious ways exist
The Darkness seeks to manipulate us into its service.
Actus non facit reum nisi mens sit rea.
The act is not guilty unless the mind is also guilty.
Once all of them have won a very special princess prize,
the game is over....
and they will never buy another one.....
Alis grave nil.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings
And maybe we cannot understand what's going...
Diana And Dianus
He descended from the moon
to vow his chastity to her.
After wandering everywhere,
she comes to him
and turns on the garden lights
in an open air
for his calves,
for his elephants,
and for those glaciers