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Flesh And Sky

O maternal love,
heartbreaking for the gold
of bodies suffused
with the secret of wombs.
 
And beloved unconscious
attitudes of the lewd
perfume that laughs
along innocent limbs.
 
Heavy fire bolts
of hair . . . cruel
indifference of glances...
faithless attentions. . .
 
Unnerved by tears
so gentle I go back home,
my flesh scorched
by radiant smiles
 
And I'm going mad in the middle
of this ordinary night
after a thousand other nights
of such impure fervor.
 

The Value of Defeat

I think it is necessary to educate the new generations to the value of defeat, to the management of defeat, to the Humanity that emerges from it, to build an identity able to experience a common destiny, where you can fail and start over without your value and your dignity will be undermined.
We need to educate the new generations to not become social elbows, to not pass over the body of the others to finish first.
This world belongs to vulgar and dishonest winners, false and opportunist abusers, this world belongs to the important people, they are occupying power and robs the present and the future.
To this anthropology of winners I prefer the loser.
It is an exercise that I can do well.
And I'm in peace with my sacred few things.
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I'm a man who prefers to lose rather than win with ways unfair and unkind.
Gross negligence on my part, I know!
And the best part is that I have the nerve to defend this guilt, to consider it almost a virtue.