RESISTENCE – CHAPTER I – BECOMING – RAFAEL LUDICANTI
1.
Pride destroys
the things we love
and leaves
us alone.
The shame of being
shy has turned me
into someone
I'm not.
Being young,
I prefer the character.
2.
The joy caused
by hatred
did not change
as she persevered
in the rumble
of life without
criteria.
Love's funeral march
was destroyed by
a hail
of laughter.
3.
She only had oral sex
to avoid jealousy.
Her jealousy was
greater than all ideologies
any revolutionary appeal.
More susceptible
than the passion
that blinded her.
4.
Most of us actually
fossilize childhood
reaching
maturity
by superimposing
buried layers of denial.
Evolving does not
mean improving
over time.
5.
Her sleep
was as fragile
as the china
next to crystal
goblets.
Each
porcelain
contains
a shattering.
6.
The power of
money
is so
brutal
that at
election
time
it makes
everyone
discuss politics.
7.
Modern selfishness
has evolved
to the point
of becoming
pamphleteer.
Finally,
generosity is an unsustainable value.
8.
There is a redeeming
peace in sadness.
A peace
without
suspects.
Without selfishness
without suffering.
Being sad
alone and calm
elevates us
as humans in
our own understanding.
9.
She awakened
in me
a shyness
that
only
adulthood
can
explain.
She makes me feel
ridiculous with her
willingness
to not
deny me affection.
10.
I always believed
that autumn
was the
right
time
to be happy.
Until a summer passion
extended until
the end of
winter.
11.
She wanted to be
my sex slave,
but she
was
never
available.
It never seemed
to make sense
for availability
to result from tasks.
12.
I forgot her name
at the last
minute.
Everything went
down the drain.
Fair.
But how could I
remember what I
had accidentally
forgotten?
13.
I went into
moral bankruptcy.
People don't even
feel indifference
towards me
anymore.
I'm so needy that
I considered
taking
vows of insanity
for my reality
to have
context.
14.
I just let myself
be carried
away by
true intentions.
I was always wrong.
Instead of
generating emotions
I became incapable
of feeling
them.
15.
A beautiful girl
comes to meet me
at dawn
today.
She is protected
by a cute dove
that intimidates
me to admiration.
Hiding who we are
seems to fill
the gaps that
expectations create.
16.
I fell in love with
the chaos
of her
volcanic
good-girl
temperament.
I knew that
to make her smile
would be to have
already
overcome
the worst
part of
her.
17.
I woke up
but it didn't feel
like I had been
sleeping
while
experiencing
the memory gap.
Forgetting is
fenomenal
when it doesn't
generate bad
memories.
18.
She was able to
intuit a
volcanic
eruption.
Menstruation
made her a hybrid.
A flight of uncertainties
hovered over
her carnival
attire.
19.
Monotheism makes
no sense
in the
flow of time.
The expectation that
there is only
one god
is the cry
of our
own
loneliness.
20.
Beautiful people
seem to do
without
the existence
of a context that
ends up in memory.
Imagination has
the features
of a journey
through time.
21.
Imagine the sun
that from
so far away
is capable of
disturbing my
sleep even
though
I have
closed
the
curtains.
22.
The day was in
celebration,
but there
was no
one
responsible
for the symmetry
of her face.
Her cheekbones were
unreal on the ayahuasca.
It was perfect.
23.
I missed dialoguing
telepathically
with
Gibraltar.
There must be
a connection
behind the surprises
we planned to pretend
to have anticipated.
24.
Symbols are
the perfect way
to radiate secrets.
All forms of life
must be capable
of committing
suicide.
25.
We then used large
crack stones
to draw lots
on the multiforme
mirror shards.
The absence of
survival was
our main expectation.
26.
London Cocktail
No time left for
the National Gallery
but mixing
crack and coke
with heroin
didn't even
give you
a moral hangover.
27.
I became a storm
under the effects
of the tranquilizers.
There was a corner
where the street name
surprisingly changed
to another member
of the same family.
28.
Baader-Meinhof
The revolution was
visible in the way
I walked
whenever
I wore my
leather jacket
and made my eyes
shine through the
lenses of my
sunglasses.
29.
The eviction action
had the ambition
to rubble
humans
on the sidewalks.
Perhaps so that
the winter
of that
year
would not incur
a premature form of murder.
30.
As she was underage,
it was preferable
to lose her
virginity
in the middle
of the street as
long as the obsolescence
of her 18 years
didn't reduce
her fetishes
to motel
suites.
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