viernes, 6 de noviembre de 2009

Men made out of words

What should we be without the sexual myth,
The human revery or poem of death?

Castratos of moon mash…Life consists
Of propositions about life. “The human”.

Revery is a solitude in which
We compose these propositions, torn by dreams,

By the terrible incantations of defeats
And by the fear that defeats and dreams are one.

The whole race is a poet that writes down
The eccentric propositions of its fate.

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