Rise

Rise
Miguel Serrano,
Rise
With Wings of Absolute Man
Rise above the shadows of Friendship,
Rise above the ruins of this betrayed
Chile
That no longer exists,
That no longer exists
But a further into the far south,
Even beyond the Islands of Death.
Onward to the Andes
Dawn Walker,
Soul Walker,
Depart to the Andes and awake
for your departure,
She expects your loyalty
And the rising blood of A-mor
In your final rite,
Climb the rock pointing outward,
Your Destination,
UR,
The tomb of your Resurrection
and blanket us until the earth and the sun are no more,
With your blue eyes overflowing with light,
Cold and heat,
And the last vestige of your A-mor
Is Inside us.
Oh! Return Path,
The bridges are but ghost today,
Everything is away,
And the waters are deeper than yesterday,
Nobody who slept reaches this rock,
The archipelagos are opened for you,
Tides fall southernly,
And the horns of Mount fall within you in this ending,
RU.
In the Oasis I hear your secret name and the other,
They call you Miguel!
Lilies burning on the ice,
The wait is sinking into oblivion,
She receives your loyalty.
And your innermost Voice
Only invoking hallucinative Totality
Never once imagined,
Rise above us
Father.
And it will be the pilgrimage from your nostalgic followers
your only permanency,
your last gesture.
Arise Giant of the Andes today,
Arise and awake
Pilgrim of Return
Arise and awake
Miguel Serrano,
Revives from the fear Kristos of the Andes,
Looking at the new Sun Rise
The Midnight Sun Arises
And revives - NOS.



(Translated by Fr. Jason)

Die meisten geliebten...

This existential poem appeared in the long night of a restless day. Alba von Nagy wrote touched by HIM, because we are one with HIM, His eyes are Our eyes and HE lives through Us ... 70 years later.

The Maestro said, those born awake today are the young people who died in Berlin yesterday. We were born with the call of the Father within. Alba's blood cries out 70 years later. What remains today... The Caleuche with its lights on, the trip dipped into the inner Reich, the final Victory.
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Zu meinem Vater, zu meinen Führer.

Mein Lieber Vater, mein Lieber Führer!
Was sollte ich hier tun?
70 Jahre Später…
Was sollte ich hier tun?
Die Juden haben hier gewonnen!
Unserem Land, Deutschland ist kaputt!
Ich bin hier, ich bezeuge alles mit tränenden Augen!
Unserem Deutschland ist jetzt gegangen!
Ich bin Zeuge von ihrem Untergang!
Mein lieber Vater, mein lieber Führer!
Was soll ich hier tun?
70 Jahre später….
Was soll ich hier tun?
Die Juden haben hier gewonnen.
Aber, ich fühle dich durch meinem Herz.
Also mein lieber Vater…
Was soll ich hier jetzt tun?
Ich höre dich, in meinem Herz.
Ich fühle dich und deine Essenz…
Durch meine Adern fließt du!
Durch jeden Atem fühle ich dich!
Mein Vater! Mein Führer!
Ich höre dich Jenseits von Raum und Zeit!
Unsere Geistern sind Eins, Vater zu Tochter!
Führer zum Soldat!
Also mein lieber Vater, mein lieber Führer,
was soll ich hier noch tun, 70 Jahre später?