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FUSIONED - DIRECTED - WRITTEN AND CORRESPONDED BY: MENASSA 2002
DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK BUT WE DO IT IN SEVERAL LANGUAGES
GRIS, IS A PRODUCT
INDIO GRIS Nº 86
I have spent six days without a computer, I'm undergoing for five
days now one hell of a Madrilenian influenza. In reality I didn't have the
time nor the will nor enough health to congratulate anybody for the
don't lack motives to be happy, motives to salute everybody who is still
left in some countries, some alive citizens, I'd also like and, on the
other hand, I have personal motives to congratulate myself for having
realised that poetry, for the time being, won't fall.
is happening in Argentina seems a little surrealistic, that besides the
people who suffers, who don't eat and who probably will die in the
following months, all can be synthesised saying that the United States
wants to punish severely the Spanish enterprises settled in Argentina, for
the savage exploitation method used. It's funny that the United States has
to put in its place, precisely, our Motherland, because instead of looking
after us as if we were its children, she wants to rob us even our food.
synthesis, if nobody wanted to believe that there would be a sordid war
between the Dollar and the Euro, let them know about it. Argentina is the
first evident battle between the two currencies.
must excuse me, I'm cold, I have some temperature, a bit of a cough and
I'd like to be happy, that's why I'm somewhat angry, somewhat powerless,
but if I don't end up saying it, I can die. According to the United
States, Spain isn't exactly capitalistic, but rather imperial and not only
in Latin America but also in Spain, and if you haven't heard about it yet,
try to change your telephone company or
your server or try to travel
in another airline that isn't Iberia and you'll feel in your own
flesh and blood all the power of the imperial ideology of the Spanish
already calmer, I can dedicate myself to my things.
day that goes by, reality subjects me a little more. Everything that
reality demands from me, seems absurd to me.
were all sublime but the writer was me.
measures must be just and it is in that point that I get lost for not
understanding that I live in a world where justice isn't known.
must understand it, the economy is always martial. Even if there is no
war, the economy is always an economy of war.
first conclusion about the 2002 is that I have to go on working two or
three more decades to be able to pay what I spent celebrating the 2001. So
this year, no more celebrations.
if I can, the sensation of not being able is permanent. I have questions,
bad questions of money and sex, with more loves than what one can possibly
feel myself opaque, with no poetry when walking. Sometimes, I'm even
afraid of having no work at all.
consider myself cured, now the rest of the staff has to be cured.
time, the accounts are right, that is to say, they are favourable to me.
For the people whose accounts are not right, let them take the road of
exile. To remember that no one is a prophet in his homeland.
I wouldn't give a damn for anything, I'm OK as I am.
I were to lose the fear of staying naked in the street a winter
like to strum, to tune a guitar,
well the people in this country live!
ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE, DEAR SPANIARDS
accept the challenge, dear Spaniards.
I say, let's talk.
people killed each other in the streets,
eventhough, we never said no
now for you to know that I have lived it all,
saving, taking everything off circulation,
why I tell you simply, that your life is not going well.
recommend you a little more sex, more love.
I want to move you, tender Spanish macho,
I'd like to plant a woman in your gaze,
sad in your eyes, something that allows itself to fall in winter.
I have nothing to teach you and nothing new.
Argentines, what braggarts!
you see the Argentines, what braggarts!
think that life was invented by them.
see what we'll do with them, insolent children.
they recognise that here in Spain, they haven't been able.
have no mother or she's far away, they are people with no family,
have no children because their children are already Spaniards.
write on their graves: HE NEVER EXISTED,
if any Spanish woman, who are so crazy,
you, I haven't had any fantasies
you, I haven't had any sort of sexual fantasy.
far away, your taste for wild loves, fascinates me.
am a Galician, as you say in your country, who doesn't know how to
suffer during the night, the days, the afternoons, during meals.
is a pleasant plump lady
is a pleasant plump lady I see at the Gijón café.
always find her talking about herself:
am the lonely black silence of night,
let myself fall on a chair by her side
February goes by and when it goes by, Carnival goes by.
not Afghanistan fighting for a freedom that won't benefit them.
in Madrid aren't Rio de Janeiro's Carnivals.
happens, then, partner, with the Carnivals in Madrid?
bulb of light
bulb of light and mystery,
wanted to suffocate the cries I brought from America in my entrails
the first blows I obtained my documents.
sold me a house to be paid in fifteen years
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