Weekly magazine through Internet Indio Gris
Nº 158. THURSDAY, MAY  29 ^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 158

YEAR III

EDITORIAL

I can say that in the Cero Group system, everything is going to change.
The only hierarchy is me.
That is to say, there are no more hierarchies.
There is no other boss but me, which means that what is leading us is a discourse.

Poem recited in the voice of Miguel Oscar Menassa

MIGUEL, MYSELF

When I can choose
I will choose to be god of the mountain
to live in the middle of the Olympus among white lilies
and the antique odours of the laurel
drinking
warm and alcoholic beverages
and dancing merrily with Zeus
                                                     my boss.

And if they wouldn't allow me
I would choose with my wife a valley I kno
a blue valley in Catamarca
where we thought and made love
and talked long hours about the war.

And if they wouldn't allow me
I would choose an afternoon by the sea by my son
he who has the eyes the colour of almond
or being seated under the cedar trees
with my father in Lebanon smelling citron blossoms. 

I would never choose to die at midnight
together with my mother bathed by the moonlight.
I would choose not to die.
Like those famous gods of the mountain
drink my wine in tall crystal goblets
with Zeus
                     my boss
and jump crazily
from one place to the other of the Olympus
talking about my body. 

Darling,

To say what comes to my mind about the situations is what cures me the most:

High summits are awaiting for me, but I won't go up. I'll wait for the high summits to become worn out by time.

When everything is a torn apart sea level, we'll talk, but not to say big things to each other, but simply, to chat with enough time, omnipresent leveller of summits and plains.

She doesn't reflect well about the places that everyone must occupy. Surely, when vacancies are available, they won't be for her.

   Today, I'm convinced to have behaved properly; I will never make love with a woman who believes that that is some kind of fundament for something.

Sexual relations don't exist and, if someone wants to make them exist, he'll get sick.

I am the most lively example of a brave man who lived as a coward.

Afterwards reality will tell me that I couldn't do what I could do and I will smile.

Old from being, I undo any illusion.  

   Such care for what is social, for money, will end up spoiling my sexuality, my life.

Trying to save some little thing, some love, I went losing everything.

I think that the medicine is unique: to write, to write and publish all that is written. Not to leave any surface without filling it in with a colour, even if it is white.

All my dead beloved
I paint you, I write about you,
I give you eternity.

 subir

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