My Steel Fists

Ó my steel fists, see, I rolled up the sleeves with subtle splendor; to see my strength my beard rigid, my darkness behind these my eyes bewitched...[...] that took away the spell to see the curves,and the wheels, and the weights of my consciences, ye fools, Ó my handles of steel, they dazzle my strength,my fists of steel, the ones that made me blabber,the face of Judas, these fists that I locked in the jaws of Pilates, these steel handles they avoided, the cross, and man that in these stops of jesuralém, did not let the religion grow, among the ecnoplasts, between the roads of rome, these my fists of steel, who avoided dilemmas and dogmas, and more that sosnoplasty, of people immature, and of peoples,barbarians, who followed me, oases,  of the heavenly eva, in the mbanza Congo, ignore fantasies, I do not like English, into Roman languages, the barbarians of stupid, stupid faces, oh my steel fists what I was leoned in my africas