You’re drawing me with a false stencil, –
My life can’t be fit in a single portrait.
The poet’s fate is not worthy of envy:
His losses are more significant than his victories;
His path is marked by the ashes of fires,
by the exceeded pain threshold, by burning;
he is awaited by the mourning of the silent sidewalks
along the roads leading toward his crucifixion...
February 14, 2009
A false stencil
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