Maria Teresa Liuzzo

At The Fountain Of Shadow

At the fountain of that ethereal shadow there lies the heavy weigt of the universe: we are human light in the thunderbolt of blood, spastic movementes of pawns in the dismal suffering of this "humanism" for we can never know the age of the soul ours, or anybody's. And time second us in space that polishes us shavings of illusions. I shall not escape my punishment: well do I know the mine of the blade and I shall struggle to live where all is ruination.

Maria Teresa Liuzzo Translation by Peter Russell From "Genesis"