Alchemist
Decadent house that remains
Over the ruins of centenary dreams
Of a haunted hill that denies time
Between the walls of oblivion and fear
Lives the Alchemist, the dreamer of the Gods
Departed from the world, solitary with is mind
Sight almost blind and tired that rests
Over the pages of an ancient treatise
Ruined body by the fury of the impatient Death
Wandering between the retorts and the burning
Soul that seeks between dream and reality
In search of the truth and the Deity
Old man, Alchemist
Keep chasing your goal with obsession
Era after era, after the Sun and the rain
Old man, Alchemist
How many of your lives have you wasted?
How many eternities have you gained?
Alchemist – Transmutator
Old man – Lone creator
Mortality – Consequence of conscience
Alchemist – Breed without descendance
What have you desired
And what did you get?
Answer me with your silence
You know that nothing is what it seems
In your hallucinated dreams
Show me the truth of your science
Know you what is time
And what’s after to come?
In centuries, where we will you find?
Will we ever listen: “The Alchemist’s gone”?
“Alchemist”
António Eryx Santos
23:50/19-03-1997
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira