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Nº 157. THURSDAY, MAY  22 ^TH , 2003

FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2003

WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES 
SPANISH, FRENCH, ENGLISH, GERMAN, ARABIAN, 
PORTUGUESE, ITALIAN, CATALAN

INDIO GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
OF  A FUSION
THE BRIGTHENESS OF THE GREY
AND
THE JARAMA INDIAN
THE FUSION WITH MORE FUTURE  OF THE 
21st CENTURY

Indio Gris

INDIO GRIS Nº 157

YEAR III

EDITORIAL

What I now realise is that within my phobia (diverse inhibitions) there are several million pesetas involved. Several thousands of pages to publish.

Yesterday night was a night of great political conversations about our future. Everyone agrees in that everything, almost everything, depends on my being able to assume as director of a School and leader of a movement.

Now I have to wish and say it. Continuing in that direction, if I would say it, it wouldn't be a simple advice, but a line in a history book.

Poem recited in the voice of Miguel Oscar Menassa  

ADVICE II

You must not fear: the sea is for everybody.
In the high tide you should let yourself be carried away
not doing contradictory movements.
In low tide you should leave everything to imagination.

It is necessary that the sea
be navigable in all cases.

Darling,

And the truth, darling, doesn't nest nor can be discovered anywhere, unless there is an individual in the centre of the place. An individual completely tied to the next word.

-Look, doctor, I have understood everything today, for me to stop being a prostitute, he should love me and that is impossible.

I didn't say a word but I thought to offer her one more hour per week.

After a prolonged silence she said to me:

- And your love, doctor, I can't understand it fully, it isn't enough for me.

 - We'll continue the next time.

 Far from telling me that I am the only one, she loves me crazily, with all her loves in her hands. When she touches my body, more than a hundred women are caressing my body and I, always become crazy.

 Night after night our sexes are the universe.

 -Baby, I love you, I immediately feel that I am her only love, although I don't really believe it, but I feel it.

 And I say to myself:

- Only the two of us can do it this way.

I thought it was about writing well.
I thought it was about studying some things.
I thought it was about love.
I came to think that it was about pleasure.
I thought too many things which didn't come true.

 I thought that someone would return what I had on and that what I had on was to be able to enter the game of life.

 That's the reason why I lost the first rounds, waiting for someone to return the admittance money to me.

I have to carry out the situation with great mastery. It has to do, in the end, with the circulation of sex and money in an inexistent social class, that is to say, something almost impossible.

Everything leaves one when one is that one.

In arriving I'll have everything decided, after each poem published, I'll have another battle won. When I shoot the poem number one hundred thousand, I'll have won the war. And there, I'll receive some award, those imbeciles shall see.

 subir