Thalia

Thalia, Thou art the First amongst the Muses, the turning point
Where the Gods progression end and start
To retrograde. Thou provokest a sudden shift of direction
That no disgrace can be so sad, neither success be so fun

By Thyne charm the Earth spins unlifted!

As the athlete, to celebrate a first prize in the games
Throws his disc to heaven and tries to beat at noon the Sun
The highest in this plumb line the disc climbs
And just before its fall begins,
Floats in the air loosing weight,
Such is thy power to be light!

Thyne are the colors of Dawn, Thyne are the colors of Twilight
Let no God be greater than man, no man greater than his Faith

In your company, speaking seriously, no virtue can last long
That is why your jealous sisters veil to the public and cheat you after
For they know, and try to shade, that the very first cry of the baby
Waking up from long sleep in the dark
A cry is never, always laughter!

Sing to us Muse, you´re the edge of the water fall,
And make us laugh our pants off hearing the name of the thyrane
Describe the oppressor´s face in a way
That he should hear it as a praise and not revenge,
As the tyranic mind is forged brute and dumb,
But that the audience, spying behind the bushes of the “Capital” Comedy
May have a perfect picture of his shitten ass
And the dirty crap spread all over

 His Butt!