May There Be Feelings Poem by Julio 2 Amarante

I'm in the house that I don't have.
Am I going to the street and your disdain?
Erratic thinking without reason
Not a moment, may there be feeling

O loves, I never had you.
O mother, perversity in the dark,
O children that I've never kept
O dark stars, dark reasons,
My night sky, firmament
That I don't hear your black wind.

Surrounded by pressures,
Carefully ignored.
Plane populated by people,
Now, intermittent epiphany,
Thousand waves of sensations.
There is nothing, Saint John's past,
Amnesia of having tasted pork.

Stone plan, let's not sing
The dissonant ballad where we end up,
Eighths and Thursdays, la quinte du loup.
Self-absorbed cactus, no troupe.