Dalí fades away
His bubble shivers
As it discounts beats

Dalí loses color
Because this washing machine
Does not distinguish fabrics
He realizes
And scared, he laments
Geniuses should not die
There are more than eighty
Those who curve your skeleton
Eugenio Salvador Dalí

Rococo mustache
Where genius ends
Where madness begins
Dazzled gaze
Where madness ends
Where the fairy begins
In your head beauty is compressed
As if it were a pressure cooker
And it's the steam that comes 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 in yourself again
We are short of geniuses
Eugenio Salvador Dalí

Realist and surrealist
With impressionist light
And impressive stroke
Colorist delirium
Eye drops and oculist
Of delirious eyes
On your palette you mix mystical ascetics
With bayonets and with breasts
And in your brain Gala, God and pesetas
Good Catalan hermit

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 in yourself again
We are together of geniuses
We want geniuses in life
We want you to be here
Eugenio Salvador, Dalí

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