Tribe - Lupercalia

''Ultimus amor stultus,

sapiens carmen…''

Luporum est multitudo (maxime) purorum

regnum, cantus.

Sincerum sodalicium… vetustum, sed sincerum,

quod semper senes sentiunt.

Imagines,

Terrestris tumor.

Nix numquam recondita… condiebat!

Odore vesper imbuebat

et

nox involvebat.

Sublimis delineatur carmen,

tenerum est et tortuosum:

''Meandro'' lacus.

Agrestes sartagines et res

invertitae sapius mentibus

parum eruditae

sed acutissimae.

Nemo deducet

in disputationem neminem,

radix est doctrina,

intelligentia: simulatus animi motus.

Valet musica et ars etiam,

Notio est aesthetica concepta numquam

Non commutantur suaves odores

et rugae deinde

sulci sunt magnifici,

(pergrati sulci)

Tempus…

Eum ut Narcissus submergi sinamus,

in ratione nostra adventus non vivit.

Fortasse imitanda cyclica lumina sint.

''…Ultimo amore sciocco,

saggio madrigale…''

"The last foolish love,

wise song...''

A population of wolves is (mostly) pure

kingdom, song

Sincere friendship...old but sincere

which old men always feel.

pictures,

Earth swelling.

The snow never hid… it was seasoned!

The scent permeated the evening

and

the night was enveloping.

Let the poem be described in sublime terms,

it is tender and tortuous:

"Meander" lake.

Wild pans and things

inverted wiser minds

little educated

but very acute.

No one will lead

no one in dispute,

the root is doctrine

intelligence: simulated emotions.

Music and art are good, too.

It is an aesthetic concept that has never been conceived

Sweet scents are not exchanged

and then wrinkles

the furrows are magnificent

(thankful grooves)

Time…

Let us sink him like Narcissus,

He does not live in our system of advent.

Perhaps the cyclical lights are to be imitated.

"...I know the last love,

saggio madrigal...''