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I walked to the far ends of the world and
talked about our ancient fathers’
impeccable logos
public gatherings
and commemorative events
under porticos and in
the middle of the agora
in monasteries and
lonely chapels
where the blind monk
stoned me
and the foundations
of logic tumbled
as if from jealousy
for the unbearable flash
of my creative mind
that he couldn’t mimic
I was accused of blasphemy
painting idols, erected
phalluses and flesh-eating
sarcophagus, podiums, and
sacrilegious altars
that became archetypal
power over men
I walked to the far ends of the world and
talked to the northern and southern races
about elegance and freedom
that enhanced
the ultimate perfectness
for self-discovery
and acceptance and
they all laughed at my face
such a selfish man I was
that they called me names
foolish and a laughingstock
of my days and when
I stood guard
at the western borders
I was taken as a lunatic
like all other defenders
of our ancient traditions
which appeared through cracks
of my mind
past, forgotten days
and discarded months
to unforgettable years when I talked
to the dead soldiers and
became merciless when
I stood at the far ends of the world
as time was allotted
only once and only once
I had the chance to
turn injustice into justice
Libros Libertad 