Quinta Del Sordo

Dreaming that I was dreaming, I found myself
Next to a strange character
An old man between caprice and disaster
Melted with a palette and a brush

He painted absorbed on the wall
A fresco with the most infamous madmen
Mixed in a sordid akelarre
In the style of a Baudelaire salad

Quinta Del Sordo
House of the mad
The dream of reason
Produces monsters

Produces monsters

In the midst of the unusual gathering
The one of the sad figure was fighting
In a duel against an organ that Schuman
Played with Van Gogh's ear

Maldoror danced by the fire
A waltz with Louis II of Bavaria
Under the petals that Ophelia
Watered from an Artaud ecstasy

Quinta Del Sordo
House of the mad
The dream of reason
Produces monsters

Produces monsters

Rimbaud suffered an illumination
And in it appeared to him Hamlet
Mounted on the Marquis de Sade
Pulled by Caligula and Nero

Tied by Captain Ahab
Juana the mad let herself be violated
By Hölderlin and Nietzsche in full euphoria
A little beyond good and evil

Quinta Del Sordo
House of the mad
The dream of reason
Produces monsters

Produces monsters

Transfixed by that bacchanal
Of kings, criminals, and poets
I fell faint in that chimera
On the other side of reality

Suddenly that orgy vanished
And upon waking up, I found myself looking at Goya
Asleep under the reign of shadows
Of the dream that my reason dreamed

Quinta Del Sordo
House of the mad
The dream of reason
Produces monsters

Quinta Del Sordo
House of the mad
The dream of reason
Produces monsters