CHANGE AND CHALLENGE

There's this ball and chain tied to my leg. I know you can hardly notice it, but there it is. You may not see it, but I certainly feel it. It stops me from running. It keeps me walking in line. It makes me grumpy most of the time. Strangely enough, I don't know who put it there... so I trust no one. Anybody could be guilty, even you... or even me.

So there you are... how come you don't cut off my ball and chain? What are you doing, just sitting there while I struggle alone? I should probably stop talking to you... and you... and you. You are not helping me... oh yes, now I know... you are the one keeping me down. You have been lying all the time... I can't see your face... you must be lying through your teeth.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. You are not real. Even if you listen and respond... you are not real. I hate you. I blame you.

Is the wind calling for you? How hurt is your wing?

SEXO SALVAJE

En cuanto a las fuentes, como toda causa, se reducen a mera fantasía. No sabremos lo que es la mística, pero lo que genera en una persona es accesible a la observación directa. Hoy el astuto hombre de negocios está muy cansado y se siente un tigre perezoso descansando bajo un árbol; eso si: siempre dispuesto a dar pelea. La niña asustada quisiera ser PC para lograr comunicarse; el obeso oficinista sudoroso e impotente quiere ser avión para volar y que lo mantengan. Cada día el deseo coge con el miedo a plena luz y en caliente. Los plásticos se precipitan hacia el centro, y allá en la esquina limosnea un discapacitado que me carga.

La paz aguarda en ese espacio de silencio que el cuerpo reserva para el deseo, un paso más allá de cobardías e infamias tales como la resistencia, la lucha, la defensa y el castigo.