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Indio Gris
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2002 WE
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
INDIO
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT INDIO GRIS Nº 132 YEAR III EDITORIAL Indio
Gris doesn't give up In
order to live 20 more years, I have to do almost nothing: drink a little water,
write a poem in the evening, paint a picture after work, see to my nocturnal
engagements as a man my age should, also see to my diurnal appointments. And
drink a little water. In
order to live 50 more years, I should take care of myself in something from
today on. -
I will never finish to pay you back everything you have done for me, said
the prisoner, on his way to the electric chair. -
It is a saying of the poem, I told the prisoner, but the poem is our life How
I would like to live 200 years, at least 150, that's why I walk very slowly, and
being 62, I haven't finished any of my started works yet. People my age, letting
themselves be carried away by the ruling ideology, don't project and that is my
only grace: to pose, at this very moment, projects, which if they give any
fruitful results, they will do so in twenty years time. And I will be 82, but as
if I were 30, and that is the fun of psychoanalysis. Time
goes by, but only for the skin. With sex intact, with thought intact, to
complain because the skin is wrinkled or a bit dry isn't man's doing, it is
faggots' doing. Life
doesn't wear out, what man wears out living are his cells. At certain age, after
60, it isn't that love becomes clumsy, what becomes clumsy, sometimes, is the
blood circulation. And
finally, I want to say that it isn't the sex which is forgotten or falls into
old age, it is the dominating morale which makes sex old. To
be old, as to be rich, is a proposal of the mind. If
a man moderates his envy, he can be almost happy getting old, of knowing the
pleasure that years give and ambition more and even getting old, feel that
everything is born in a different way and a new life starts, old
age life, that no one ever can think they will live. I
am compelled in demonstrating myself that if I can produce an
"entertainment" which may last 50 or 100 years, I could go on living
while I am part of the project, 50 or 100 more years. The
most irrational ideas go through by my writing: To
live among the moss, under the bedrooms, Today
I can assure, with certainty, FLY
VERSES OF MINE, GO AGAINST EVERYTHING It
is a verse My
voice How
many times I saw your sex exploding I
have no more madness and vertigo She,
naked in the midst of my chest, I
will make her work as a whore To see the video you must have installed the programmes in your computer.
Darling, To
stop fighting, I won't stop fighting, but this time I will try another style. I'll
write a simple poem, simple as a gigantic wave rolling from the ocean in the
evening. And
you will tell me: I come back to you aged, I come back to you in love, almost
with no passion, a thread of desire, almost nothing. I have a brain possible and
unfortunate. I,
in the meantime, find among the waves antique tears of your future pain. You
could have been my beloved, my crazy, my infatigable domineer. The
old scar no longer exists. -
I love you. -
I love you too. And
no one knew what they said. however, we didn't have any tranquillity, we knew
that life was going by for everybody. And finally, I want to tell you that there is only one difference between my twenties and my fifties. At twenty I loved two women and spoke the whole time about all women, now more than a thousand women love me and I say nothing, that is the difference.
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