" Look! At this humanity self built out of bricks, iron and glass... Look! At this animal's barking themselves The Homo Sapiens Erectus! Look! How fast they run far from the sun, how they're hiding under the layers of the thick gold....! Look! How they're scared to get drunk in the morning! And show me what's better in this called by here a lap of life than a deep bottle of extravagant wine served with the hot flesh of the sex ?! What is one resulting sense? What does cold mean when the sun burns?! What does future mean when the Ordinary forgotten composes the compost of all creation looped in the recycling cycles of the mateer? " I had a taste of all kinds of wines he was charged with. We were talking. We were walking the streets of the glorious cities. And he was singing with all heart the rubbish songs of the pirates. " You'll see! Every opened window will close with rumble when my songs will call to the abordage! Ha!Ha! Every one good citizen will precipitately shut down the boutique curtains to preserve his holly in a slavery family, from my pirates armed till teeths with butcher hooks and with the mexicains pistols and machetes !! Ha! Ha! " Oh Yes! The windows were closing the fears behind. The citizens' hairy balls were jumping up to the citizens' dried throats. And one demonic breath of catharsis was fulfilling the corridors of the streets.

" Why do you hate them so much ?!" I did ask so naively. The poet did laugh with the strength of the dark clouds. " Because they don't want my Love! Because they don't want my kisses ! And they don’t want to feel me in their asses! Even if! Even if they dream of it! They dream the abundance of the creamy jerks into every instant of their miserable ripped off life existence of the exploited animals painting themselves the cheap faces of mystical happiness and the fake tears of the terrestrials sadness! ... They don't want to suck my vesuvian dick! They prefer these devots sanctified struggling under the marble feets of the holiness altars! So fuck them all and a la ABORDAGE!!!"

His drinking capacity was very far from ordinary and as he was laughing about it all, he was carrying only one sadness concerning himself. He couldn't get deadly drunk and get satisfied. He was always walking straight and his steps were those of the dance. From every pocket of his coat, his jacket and trousers, the bottles of different wines were ready to shut with the stories. He was young but older than me. His face was beautiful and enlighted from two blues irises of the almond shaped eyes. These lights were so strong, so blue and vibrating all range of the amplitude of the extremes temperatures. This face was a pure expression of the angel's sexual rage.When the angels are not equipped with the organs...they focus the angelic rage in one human face. Because the GOD is not the ONE. So we were cruising from party to party. His silhouette was perceivable through the blurred contrasts of the one night in the N.Y City. As a vampire smooth distinguished and passionate hunter shape was recognisable to every doorman bouncer from far while we followed the secret path leading to the underground of the club's. The doormen supported the roofs of the night clubbing businesses. The doormen's faces slathered in the human flesh with the ax and with the hammer. The doormen watching with the cruel eyes of the selectors and with the ultra-sensitives hearts thrashed by Love, they were the dealers of the night beat doing the discrets signs of invitations to attract my french poet. These were the signs talked with the massive hands of the guards for whom the poet my compagnon was one strangely cherished guest. These discrets signs made with the hands talking the street slang were like the care carrying gestures of the underground night clubbers Mamas & Papas concepted on the bags of the kilograms of the cheap dope stocked in the cellars of the dance halls.The doors which the doormen were kipping were pulsing the rhythm diverses of the multicolored night. I have felt excitement concerning a meeting with a french poet becoming one thinly tuned line of the communication drifting in an overwhelming calm.

Every door was opening when the shadow of the crusader smooth vampire ready to blow from all the bottles of wine silhouette carrying one angel's sexual rage face of my casual friend was leaking on them. The doormen were opening the passage to the pulsing entrailles. A steaming streams of neon inside underground lights were glowing through the craquelures around the frames of the entries. When it was coming to me to get invited by one french poet opening the next door to the underground beaten night. His gestures were charming and amicable when his soft hand of the slim delicate titanium fingers was touching the grip. His smile was a gorgeous exquisit of kindness. The opium bullet was glowing in a stove of one simple wooden pipe bitten with the vampire teeths and even the bottles of different wines did shut down the bells. The doormen about the faces brutally cutted in the Romans marble were astonished and blessed by the beauty. They melted in one protecting Masse of the muscles. Our fathers. A vampire touched my neck with his long and delicate fingers. He played one opus for piano on my skin.I didn't feel obliged to follow him. He did appreciate my imperturbable curiosity, after which I stepped down to the club. Every step deeper going down the stairs a vibrating beat was penetrating in me more and more till fulfilling all mine Here and Now. Every time going there was a come back to the natal waters. I was going to dance all nights. But the french poet didn't ever get deadly drunk till I pulverized all the dance floors he did share with me. He was ashamed of his defiance when we were reaching the goodbye. He asked suddenly " I will never know what it means to die? " and I left him without the answer. No regrets. He was tempted to teach me the night clubbing art. So I explained in a few steps of dance that I am only learning and nobody would be able to teach me. The poet did pull on the opium pipe and with a bottle of wine in his hand he pushed two round breasts in the direction of dark room, smiling the ultimate kindness from the face enlightened with rage.