Eungenio Salvador Dalí

Dalí blurs himself
His bubble trembles when counting heartbeats
Dalí fades away
Because this washing machine doesn't distinguish fabrics

He realizes and scared he laments
Geniuses should not die
There are over eighty who curve your bones
Eungenio Salvador Dalí

'Rococo' mustache where the genius ends
Where the madman begins
Dazzled gaze where the madman ends
Where the fairy begins

In your head beauty is compressed
As if it were a pressure cooker
And it's the steam coming out through the weight
Magical light in Cadaqués

If you reincarnate into something
Do it in pencil or brush
And Gala with silky skin
Let her do it on canvas or paper

If you reincarnate in flesh
Reincarnate back into yourself
We are short of geniuses
Eungenio Salvador Dalí

Realist and surrealist
With impressionist light and impressive stroke
Colorful delirium
Eye drops and oculist of delirious eyes

On your palette you mix mystic ascetics
With bayonets and with breasts
And in your brain Gala, God, and the pesetas
Good Catalan anchorite

If you reincarnate into something
Do it in pencil or brush
And Gala with silky skin
Let her do it on canvas or paper

If you reincarnate in flesh
Reincarnate back into yourself
We want geniuses in life
We want you to be here

Eungenio Salvador
Dalí