Transformations 2

One must think, plan, love

and upset the plans of the powerful,

without regard for one's own finiteness.

One must breathe the immortal breeze of the ancestors

and dissolve fear in death.
 

Yes, you can feel the brake of the intolerance towards the end,
 
of doing without purpose, because 

death is just around the corner.
 
Who rescues you?
 
Masters of wisdom or deception, you name it.
 
Tonight between drinks,
 
we will have the usual self-consciousness session
 
and we will release the waves of melancholy
 
towards haunted nights and scolding petticoats.
 
Don't remember, ignore the affections,
 
maliciously shunning the solidarity 

of the righteous and brothers-in-arms,
 
is like cutting from the living flesh 

a slice of immortality