I tolerated it
thorns on an amaranth wheel
With a cheap excuse to not catch the eye.
I tolerated it
reptiles in luxury zoos
to steal the show
of proud lions and rare deer
Misled by the howls of wolves as darkness fell.
I tolerated it
rapes of the soul
those who
the tender hours with a raised finger
They pointed to the dome of the sky of their imagination, the almicantaratus.
Medusa had hair all golden, a beautiful face
It wasn't a monster, it happened,
like Poseidon forcibly brought her to the sanctuary of Athena.
I tolerated it
to sow winds
and reap storms
Without having a lightning rod for protection.
I tolerated it
Hyvre blinds the mind
Ati blocking the road
and screams to hurt the magical silences of Eos.
But, I refuse now
the descent of the Myria
fall and degradation to become man's.
The right side of history
it cannot but coincide with the side of the burning man.
Zero tolerance
in every rape,
any blackmail
and any violation
which expels the being of property from the High Gates of Paradise,
shamelessly substituting for titles
the original sin of the fall
So many fruit trees bloom in the sky's sprawling orchard
And I can't be the only one seeing crimson apple trees in front of me.
I refuse anymore.
defeats and defeatism
"For a man of more sorrowful mind,
"the injury after it has softened"
And even with proof
-tragic irony and audacity-
And there are those obscure times again
where defeatism
does not arouse sympathy,
but it mysteriously generates an obvious dislike
for the complicity that antibodies cause in resistance.
I endured a lot.
But I refuse more
Enough in the eyes of children
to see butterflies...
Searching for the key to the treasure
in Pandora's precious box
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