Guys, this poem/story is a very experimental piece, in which I tried to outline two points. 1 being the beauty of afterlife or the beauty of being in love (whichever you prefer).
The second point was to show that poets and writers often use too complicated of a language in bringing their message to the reader, hence the amount of "strange" words.
My search in Asgard will bring tranquil mortality,
where over Styx, Ametarazu shines her glossy light.
I shall scream “Ate!”, and it will be heard in Cosmos,
it will be our last autumn before eternal wisdom.
Even Xtabay will be struck by Cupid’s arrow,
and I will not feel impassible - no more.
Spartacus will lead to “El pueblo de la reina de Los Angeles”,
where we will find Nirvana in Pascal’s wager!
And Janus will only look one way towards redemption,
I will leave this world of Maya, and say “Cogito ergo sum”.
I’ll see the infinite beauty of “Tabula Rasa”,
a spring of life and Luamerava will fulfill my needs!
“La fiore de eternito a lo paradiso de amore!”, I say to you,
because this place is immutable for divine pleasure!
Abiding fruit with juice of virtues is ours to become,
because love does not create “Ex-nihilo” in Asgard.
