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DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 163
spent half a century waiting anxiously what they were going to say about me. Now,
I hope it is not too late, I understand everything.
one will say anything about anybody, everybody is occupied in their own shame,
in their own dishonesty.
greedy of pain without hope, because they didn't want to work and waited for the
sidereal roar of time to eat them. I, just in case, as I have some life left, I
go back to work.
fishermen, old spies of pain,
To love in spring
have been finding all your beauty in the subtleties of reason.
am opening, in the mirages of your voices, my most hidden loves.
by the subtleties of night, I knit, this delirium opened to the docility of
daily words, over your eyes.
said to me:
the sublime happiness of life covered up in the senses of hatred and the
knowledge of knowing ourselves to be decidedly loved by the good eyes of God…
I answered to you:
joy opens itself without mercy,
don't come for the pain of the enamoured verb.
said it to me calmly:
born because of envy and not because of culture.
I have seen someone dying and I have seen someone being born and I have learnt
nothing about both things.
continue the next time.
I fail in anything, I feel that it is a failure of my body. Well, this cannot go
on being this way because aging has to do with feeling in the body what should
be felt in the word.
If I want so much peace, I will
have to make war. And in a war, I must know it, family ties don't count for
yesterday's crisis, today I see things more clearly. Nor luminous triumph nor
sublime defeat. For me normalcy, average state, nor 50 as we are nor 3,000 who
form the world, but slightly enough, 100 which is the double of us.
one will gain much, but no one will lose either.