Endless Poetry Page #5

"with kisses,

" with nicks,

"built my dreams."

Awake, poet.

Poet.

It would be better to sleep than to be awake.

It would be better to be dead.

Better not be born.

That's enough, Enrique.

You are destroying you.

We will not let you commit suicide.

Everything is nothing but nothing.

You're wasting your time.

Everything is life!

Life.

It's not you who suffer,

This is the picture

you made of yourself.

You are a poet!

Look at things differently.

Neither I nor Pequeita

took anything from you.

I'm your friend...

and will remain so until my death.

For Pequeita, you are God.

Yes, you are God!

And here is your child.

Lying dog, this

fetus is not mine!

I have begotten him thinking of you!

I speak to your heart.

Have mercy on me.

I have your name tattooed in my soul.

If you do not love me, I will kill myself.

If you do not love me, I

will make you love me.

If you do not love me, I'll

wait for you to love me.

I deserve more.

This is our son at all!

Baptism!

Daddy?

Mother, what are you doing here?

The house burned.

- The house of Matucana?

- Yes!

The house of Matucana, your house.

Furniture, clothes, beds!

My writings too? My books?

Your writings and books?

I burn my ass with your

writings and your books!

How can you ask me

such a bullshit?

The money burned!

My money hidden in the wardrobe!

And the porcelain tableware

that your mother kept...

- Since our wedding.

- Since our wedding!

But what have you become?

Do you have no heart left?

Does not you care?

I do not know who you are!

You hang out here, in

this drunken haunt!

Of degenerate!

You disgust me!

You disgust us!

We'll get a hotel!

My house burned.

What a wonder!

Farewell, childhood.

My poor mother, all her

life hidden in this corset.

A humble swan among vain ducks.

Love? Balloons?

Love?

I take them all.

Good, sir.

That's enough, Alejandro.

The eagle that has grown

no longer needs a nest.

Fly if you have wings!

It's over, Matucana!

It's over, winter.

The spring is coming!

The carnival begins!

So fly! Stolen!

Come on!

Fly!

And you!

Who are you?

What is the purpose

of your existence?

Why are you alive?

I have never been alive,

I was born dead.

One dead more among the dead.

One more death among the dead...

I will age,

dying,

rot...

Nothing will swallow my memory...

my words,

my conscience,

everything that is mine, engulfed

by the black well of forgetfulness.

These streets will also disappear,

my friends...

the city,

the planet!

The moon, the sun,

the stars!

The entire universe!

Cursed reflection!

I do what now about the

anguish that you injected me?

Old age

is not a humiliation.

You detach yourself from everything.

Sex,

of fortune,

of celebrity.

You are detached from yourself.

Become

A butterfly

resplendent!

One being...

of pure light!

Mr. Parra.

- Alejandro.

- Hello.

- How are you?

- Very good.

As you can see,

your favorite poet

teaches mathematics

in this school of engineers.

What brings you?

Well, here it is:

as I have no relationship

with my father,

I need your advice, Don Nicanor.

That is to say?

I want to dedicate myself

body and soul to poetry.

Are you crazy?

No one ever buys books,

let alone poetry.

What you need to do is study,

get a diploma,

and a teacher position, like me.

Do not compromise your

future, Alejandro!

Butterflies must not

turn into flies,

nor poets in professors.

I am a teacher,

and I do not turn into a fly.

The world is what it is.

You will not change it.

If I do not change the world,

I can start changing it!

Oh yes?

And how?

Changing myself.

I will not back off, Don Nicanor.

Farewell.

Ibez! Ibez!

My horse!

Where is my horse?

I come back!

I come back to sweep away corruption!

Ibez at the Palace will

give the blow of broom!

You will see that all is lie

You will see that nothing is love

And the world does not care about it

It turns, it turns

- Even if life crushes you

- Alejandro!

Alejandro! Share with us

the sad joie de vivre.

We are in paradise!

What paradise?

This country is an island!

I say good-bye to you, I am going to Paris.

To do what?

All cities resemble each other:

only people and streets.

I will integrate Andr Breton's

group and I will save Surrealism.

No one knows you there.

Here you have your friends...

You are very little.

The others chose Ibez.

Farewell.

Remains, Alejandro.

Leave me alone!

My father was right.

To death Ibez!

To death Ibez!

He's going to get killed!

Alejandro, shut up!

Ibez at the Palace will

give the blow of broom!

To death Ibez!

To death Ibez! Idiots!

To death Ibez!

Idiots!

Shut up, Alejandro.

You waste your time, they

only see him and his horse.

- Leave me alone!

- Shut up.

Leave me alone! Idiots!

Sh*t fascists!

To death Ibez! Idiots!

I'm leaving.

I'm going

To the port where I am waiting

The golden barque

Who will take me

I'm going

This is my last farewell

Goodbye, poets

Farewell, forever, farewell

Alejandro!

But finally...

Are you leaving without saying goodbye to your father?

What are you doing there?

How did you find me?

Your friend Vernica told me

that you were leaving Chile,

That you were penniless, and

that I should help you...

It is out of question that I

fund such a stupid thing!

You do not speak a word of French!

Are you going to live from what?

Of your little poems?

That's enough now!

Come in with me, I need

help at the store.

You need a slave!

You have nothing of a father,

you never took me in your arms,

nor talked gently!

Men do not touch each other.

They do not have to talk softly.

When I vomited bitter tears,

beggar a little tenderness,

a little attention,

You let me cry for hours.

I do not console anyone.

You became too fagot.

I'm not a fagot!

I have a poet's heart, me.

Not like you!

A heart capable of

loving the whole world!

That's my boat.

Listen to me!

You're going to starve under a bridge!

And you, surrounded by stockings, panties,

of worker blood stained waistcoats!

Insolent, I'll break your mouth!

Oh yes?

Try and break your bones!

I'm not a child!

We will never see each other again.

I did not know...

I've always had

good intentions...

Do not go away without

shaking hands.

Do not go away.

Please.

No!

Not like that!

Like that!

You went to France and

did not see it again.

When he died, you did

not shed a single tear,

but under your indifference,

your heart said to him...

My father,

not giving me anything, you gave me everything.

Not loving me,

You have taught me the

absolute necessity of love.

By denying God,

You taught me to value life.

I forgive you, Jaime.

You gave him the strength

to endure this world

Where poetry no longer exists.

Recognize your father.

Remove her mask.

It is not a seem,

it is a being!

Farewell, father.

Thank you.

Farewell, my son.

I bless you.

If one of these days

You are taken

Of deep sorrow

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