I have decided---

I´ve just decided to die
I´ve decided to die for a couple of minutes-
I know I have to die sometime.
but nevertheless I think I will die now just for a couple of minutes.

Can you die when you still have a feeling for beauty?
Can you, when you are in love?
Can you when your beautiful child is turning five in a few days?

There is a shattered sun bleeding.
There is an ocean that stole the colour of your eyes
and mimicks your grace, the liar.

There is an old man who paints young girls and is hated for that.
There is Boticelli, whom nobody blames.
And Donatello, praise worthy for ever.
And Ludwig, fighting at court for custody of a child.
Half mad, half blind, writing the Ninth Symphony
as he fades into Eternity.

There is a child waiting for me
and I cannot come.
I am bound to a metal bed
and I cannot come.

I am going to drink wine and die, die for a couple of minutes.
Fuck you if you mind the bagpipes screeching...