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RESISTANCE - CHAPTER III - SWORD OF LORRAINE - ENGLISH

RESISTANCE – CHAPTER III - SWORD OF LORRAINE – RAFAEL LUDICANTI

 

 

1.

I discovered that I am nobody.

 

Now I have to

learn to be nobody.

 

Learning to be

nobody is

like learning

not to be nobody.

 

Something like

fasting on Christmas Eve.

 

 

1b.

Unfortunately,

the sweetness of

my character makes

me trust people easily.

 

Unfortunately for them,

because

one day I will

know 

if I was right

or wrong.

 

They will tell

what will define

themselves,

precisely when

I'll will know,

but without

knowing it.

 

"How Not to Trust People."

It would be the bestseller of the year.

 

 

2.

Fascinating is the fear

of dying in those

who believe

in Paradise.

 

In the afterlife.

 

Beliving in god is so

ridiculous that

God himself

would personally

take care of

putting an

end to it.

 

 

3

Really,

God having to rest

on the seventh day

is a very poor idea.

 

It's like setting up

the chessboard

and sleeping

on the couch

without taking

off your

shoes.

 

 

4.

My conscience is

clouded and weak.

 

Spontaneity inhabits

arrogance,

hiding places

for alien beings.

 

Afflictions sigh

with relief

beyond respect.

 

Horror is relaxing

and reminiscent

of never.

 

Returning my vision

to the world with

my eyes coerced

into renunciation.

 

Overwhelmed with uncertainty,

I make the decision to act.

 

 

5.

Anticipating hate prevents

the best from

happening,

until the storm

has a

renunciation

attitude.

 

The persistence of quitting

is not a chance-based

event.

 

Playing the victim

will not make you

achieve glory.

 

 

6.

For so long

I wandered,

lost among

so many dreams,

like a child asleep

on the living room rug,

hugging his toys.

 

Now I'm here,

as a child without toys

or hugs,

writing a poem

that will

never be

read.

 

 

7.

I hear the birds singing

but the window

is as closed

as my heart

has ever been.

 

Locked away

in the fortress

of a mind

terrified by

perseverance.

 

 

8.

The sudden monotony

erupted in

a tsunami.

 

The enlightened beings

turned off the

lights in

the hall of

mirrors to better

hear the creaking

of the pillars

on which

the planet

rests.

 

As it is well known,

inspiration

in these moments

gives way to

a form of sadism

that was once capable

of taking us

to the moon.

 

 

9.

The homeless man

seemed satisfied

with his blanket

of dust and felt.

 

That explained his

starvation: joy.

 

He knew that keeping

silent was his

eternal

guarantee

of well-being.

 

So he dreamed

of humiliation

as a utopia

and contemplated

the dawn of another

beautiful day in the

solar firmament.

 

 

 

10.

I know I was born

at the wrong time

because

I could

inevitably conclude

that,

 

no matter

when I would have been born.

 

I listen to the Beatles

and see the photos

of the Quartier Latin

as if the world

were then in

black and white,

and I were Enjolras

commanding a barricade

with the shedding of a tear.

 

His face

left behind with

his unsteady legs

after being shot

at the fall of dawn

reminds me,

perhaps because of

his laconic look,

the sweet sound

of a Sarabanda

on the lute.

 

 

11.

Asphalt with cigarette

butts has long

pleased me.

 

Opportunities

are just objective

ways of anticipating

the past.

 

Things are already

lost when

they are

found.

 

 

12.

I don't know how

to place anything

chronologically

in time.

 

The buses are so predictable...

 

All justifications are

plausible for

refusing alms

to the poor

or rules to the

financial market,

as they are in

an ideal position

to serve as

an example.

 

 

 

13.

The present oscillates

between oblivion

and uncertainty.

 

The clarity of the present

is impossible to describe,

while coincidences

objectively

reiterate something

incapable of explanation.

 

For those who find

pleasure uncomfortable,

 

it is always possible to deplete

the libido with artistic inspiration.

 

 

14.

My room is intoxicating

with my soft and

delicious scent.

 

Ah, what a pleasant

afternoon

these sirens destroy.

 

When I think of

scaffolding and

Ferris wheels...

 

everything is so romantic.

 

Is it true that workers die

while building bridges

and football stadiums?

 

 

15.

Romanticism is

too cool to be lived.

 

And that's how

I started to live

with avidity,

almost as if there

was a certainty

that we are

not immortal.

 

Everything is subjective

in objective reality,

from the point

of view of someone

who gives up

on himself

to become one

more among

so many

selfish

people.

 

 

 

16.

I see dreams slowly

drifting away,

like those

gas balloons

that careless children

let out of their

grasp and

their hand

no longer reaches.

 

But whose suffering

is not such that

in a short time

they will not

forget.

 

 

 

17.

A dream is its own

inherent quality.

 

The curve of its

own limit,

the finite value

that with its grace

generates

infinite

illusions.

 

A dream is self-contained

and self-sufficient.

 

As if it could exist

even if nobody

dreamed of it.

 

 

18.

May the laziness

in process

of my

discontinuous

being

don’t confuse me

with the rest that

laziness itself

takes away.

 

Without intending to control

the idea of action,

it is possible to

generate feelings

that are transformed

into a frame of mind.

 

 

19.

Those who endeavor

to make good use

of their time

make bad

use of their time.

 

There's nothing

to do with

time but

waste it.

 

Because all the time

is little and urges

to pass,

less in being

than having been.

 

So, more time is

wasted by those

who make

money out of it.

 

 

20.

My irresponsible

and uncritical

reasoning

leads me

to yet another

contradiction.

 

It's enough for me

to think, judging by

how things are going.

 

The real thing is that

even though

I said I know

I don't even know

what I meant

but still

thoughts are opportunities.

 

When would it ever

occur to me again

to say something

so absurd?

 

 

 

20b.

Words, yes, words.

Words what?

 

When something is

just a word,

it says nothing.

 

They are, at best,

stick games

or civilized

shouting.

 

How could words

suffice themselves,

if words are lacking

for all sensations?

 

I often get tired

of having to

say something.

 

Even in silence,

I am a primal roar.

 

 

20c.

I know I'm here

because I feel bad.

 

It should be: I feel, therefore I am.

 

Does medicine take

the cogito ergo sum

into account

when making

diagnoses of depression?

 

Or will I become

a case

by design

if I post

this question?

 

 

20d.

This lukewarm anguish

makes everything

so much more

difficult.

 

Turns the initial

breath of each

thing into weariness.

 

In the pure state,

no rest.

 

Was I born to serve

as an example

of the absurdity

of race?

 

It would have been

better not to

have become

unforgettable.

 

 

21.

Far from the empty

glass of air

where water

would be

true there is a planet.

 

The halo of the cosmos,

the scorching

clitoris of Venus.

 

The most beautiful

and catastrophic

planet,

the definitive

symbol of reality's

affection for the

imaginary

universe,

 

making us believe that

imagination itself

surpasses

thought.

 

 

 

22.

A friend once questioned

whether, in crying

that night,

I had been

authentic.

 

I smiled,

hurt,

and said yes,

my tears were all

that was really left in me

 

after a life that

had taken from me

even what was authentic

in my friendships.

 

 

23.

I plagiarized myself

again

by copying

a poem from

page to page.

 

Then I was late

for an appointment

with a hysterical girl

who couldn't care

less about

being late:

 

"It happens sometimes

with my period too,"

 

she commented with

matriarchal superiority,

which made me love her.

 

At the end of the day

we had a brutal

relationship discussion.

 

 

24.

I've been writing

poems for

days,

but

I hate poets.

 

It would have

been so poetic

to study engineering.

 

Why did I

become a writer?

 

I'm too lazy to

even be

recognized

for merits.

 

 

25.

This is an anti-poem.

 

The goal of the

anti-poem is the

same as that

of a bomb

squad: to fail.

 

Spread trifles and spasms

of insights

through urban dungeons

touching the aegis of excellence

with the coldness

of a son of a bitch

who lies just like

a woman who cheats.

 

 

26.

I felt passionately

bored with that

first day of dating,

so I took refuge

in the solitude

of the snows of

Kilimanjaro.

 

Sunflower seeds

have not adapted well

to the glacial light

of the African steppes.

 

That was what the noble

and indomitable scouts

of the junior

right wing

taught.

 

 

27.

The theory of relativity

has the charm

of being

incomprehensible

even to physicists,

so that it is

very easy

to love it.

 

It is enough to know

how to carry out

your own work

competently

and follow

the formulas.

 

If you're brilliant,

you create them.

 

 

28.

Girls,

as lovely as

they are,

are rude

and cold.

 

Okay, brinks.

 

But seriously,

coldness is despair

in its overheated form

from human contact.

 

It is a mistake

to confuse kindness

with weakness.

 

Coldness is irreversible

and tenderness

breeds avengers.

                         

 

 

29.

I traded my collection

of algebraic stamps

for a badly repaired carousel.

 

It is necessary to

buy the horses

but the engine

seems to be

well preserved.

 

The grease appears

to be unconditional,

which gives the work

a crystalline appearance.

 

Without tar, monotheism

would not have

this diversity

of unique gods.

 

 

30.

Girls' empowerment

gave me the idea

of fighting for

the empowerment

of smart people,

but I couldn't

evolve in my reasoning.

 

The bloody paths

cauterize good intentions

with hormones

and parangolés,

as if taking medicine

were to be civilized.

 

Ask yourself if paradise

is full of bad intentions.

 

 

 

31.

If I was paranoid the

joy of being wrong

would be the

side effect

of the tranquilizers.

 

Are not sniffer dogs all dogs?

 

Of course,

we have to take

into account the

chemical dependency,

responsible for the

high prices in

rehabilitation

clinics and the corruption

of the medical class,

who, when reading this,

will ask themselves

if they can also

retaliate against

the poems.

 

 

32.

It is better that

the ideal does not

even inspire reality.

 

Making a mistake can be inhumane.

 

It is never said: success is human.

 

Thus, making mistakes

reminds us of

who we really are:

a species beyond doubt.

 

 

33.

Sex.

 

I die happier with my dog.

 

Nothing is more

freeing than making

a woman cum.

 

I think that's where

our desire to kill

each other

comes from.

 

 

34.

Human misery is only

not greater than

how easy

it would be to end it.

 

Girls are so cold

that they use hair

dryers to delude

themselves about

the imminent

demise of

male chauvinism.

 

 

35.

Lack of character is

a continuous and

consistent act.

 

The honor is that is

counter-evolutionary.

 

It's good to have

faith in the unbelievable.

 

Ultimately, reality is fragile.

 

 

36.

She was so affetionate

she made love obsolete

among piles of blankets

to keep her little

feet warm.

 

She smiled less

when she was sad

or when an earthquake

happened.

 

I've seen her refuse a

caviar canapé

using only

her little

finger.

 

 

37.

There was a time when

women were more

powerful than

men.

 

But there was

always a passion

more powerful

than her

thirst for power.

 

When the last queen

fell in love,

the tradition of

harmony was

slowly lost.

 

It was when a man

sat on the couch of power

and inaugurated

the gallows.

 

 

 

38.

The underage prostitutes'

sex strike lasted

just eight minutes,

which caused

the stock market

to plummet.

 

We all travel through

the symbolism

of fire and

intemperance

with our multiple

personalities rarefied

by the self-affirmation

imposed on us

by the mystery

of healing.

 

 

39.

I was so sleepy

that I understood

that she was

lying.

 

Carnival hadn't

even started and I

unpacked the nativity

scene but it fell to

the ground in

September.

 

I dozed on a

water lily pad

but was awakened

by the sudden certainty

that I had never been

truly loved

before.

 

 

40.

All our chocolate

had melted in the

Gobi desert.

 

It was very difficult

to get over childhood

while I was still a child.

 

Libido only existed in fairy tales

 

But she was already

writing declarations

of love on

Calvin Klein-scented

stationery

and hand

delivering

the letters.

 

 

41.

I felt a little better

after sharing my

chewing gum

with a homeless man.

 

But it wasn't time for vanity

and I decided to

take a bus

because it started

to rain and I had

tied my sweater

around my waist.

 

Ingratitude is innate

in the household of

living beings.

 

 

42.

She started to study

Italian to hurt me,

not realizing that

her silence

was worse

than being

alive.

 

I considered sailing

around the

Greek islands

but decided against it

because of the air traffic.

 

I hid myself under

the patina of time

where the sound of rain

seemed to whisper the

name of Emperor Caligula's horse.

 

 

43.

A deserter had been

crucified on Fifth Avenue

in Manhattan.

 

Prosperity no longer

prevailed even

among viruses,

which rebelled

in a syndicated

pandemic.

 

Opinions had long

been classified

as sociopathy.

 

She said she would

never leave me

as she bid me

farewell to

exile.

 

 

44.

I had lost my sacrificial

ring somewhere

in the Nile delta,

and it's hard

to deal with

stress having

a map in your hands.

 

The fifth dose of absinthe

made her decide

to have an abortion.

 

My heart was seized

by a tachycardia subtlety

when I learned that

I would not be a dad.

 

 

45.

Marines accidentally

shot those digging

their own graves,

leaving their bodies

as food for birds.

 

The world was chaos,

everything worked

as planned.

 

My restlessness

was such that

I fell asleep

without taking

off my shoes.

 

I bought a ruler

where the number

11 was missing.

 

The totality

represented by 10

would no longer have

an effect on

my mind.

 

 

46.

She made me smile

in the middle of

Hallelujah Saturday.

 

The undefeated day

became the tomb

of beauty.

 

She refused to say

yes and quell

my sudden

desire

that this

moment

would

never end.

 

 

47.

I'm not a stupid male

so I won't carry

that burden.

 

She was as smooth

as the North Sea winds.

 

A woman is about

to be born whose

dream is not herself,

but they are also

my only dream.

 

 

48.

The beginning

did not fit in

the eternal return.

 

There was no coincidence

in the memory of

those who had

been there.

 

The erasures impregnated

the lack of imagination

of that hostile dawn

 

in the midst of departures,

the immeasurable pride

made us hear

the monstrous

response of the

sunrise to those

who doubted

astrology.

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