magazine through Internet
FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2003
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 142
you see? The ancient and famous world
I saw them
was so far away from you, my love, in these days. Each time that someone asked
me about you, I answered with some foolish thing, but I stayed thinking that I
wouldn't see you again, that it would be difficult for us to meet; sometimes I
even thought that you were dead for me.
looked for you among the photographs of the recitals, among the already written
papers and quite often I found you, but once again, in a new circumstance, I
couldn't have imagined that.
abandoned you, it's true, for any foolish thing of life, eating, sleeping,
paying rents, educating children and women, any light, bearable task, but it
became impossible for me to meet you in those circumstances.
can be clearly seen that today it won't take place either; perhaps, I should try
it every day for the rest of my life to be pardoned; maybe I won't ever be
pardoned, maybe I won't ever write a poem again, a beautiful poem telling about
man's life, about man's future and perhaps, I'll die without knowing exactly
why, she doesn't love me any longer or it's me who doesn't love her or God knows
what happened with my life that went so far apart from you, such an inexplicable
He tried to hurt me and the next day I tried to go myself even further
and told him clearly:
only things that turn me on are to be maltreated, to be a little injured.
Masochism, maybe. Maybe comprehension towards animals.
I can't do it, but someone will.
continue the next time.
now, before going to bed, I feel absolutely transposed.
however, waits for me and having written it gave me a sensation in the tip of my
I'll ask her to dance for me, but she won't do it. She will try to content me by
licking my dick, but she won't dance.
when I get drowsy, she will start dancing.
I say to myself, I should be able to return to a normal life.
day it would be my turn to confess it: When it was necessary I stopped loving
her in order to go on analysing her.
craft, poetry, for example, taken to its utmost consequences, is, above all,
revolutionary. Who dares but a solitary man to escape from his own verses?
due time they will ask us to forecast the future and we will say that everyone
will die: time rules only over death.