Football

 The most vicious attacks
 on my life
 have always commenced from the left.

 They seem cruel...quite irresistible
 and I turn back to the realm of grief
 observing that my forces are few
 and that out there waiting for me again
 the open arms and altar of calamity....

 Not because of the devastation of Consciousness
 (nothing like that has ever happened to me)
 but for the standard reason that I
 have always loved liberty and
 my horizons have always been open.

 On these horizons however...
 On these open horizons is also found the bad part of freedom
 because it is precisely from there the Evil Hour draws near
 with its storms and its lethal bitter cold
 while a howl can be heard
 like a Holy Sermon...
 ...Thus the World is humbled...

 But what no one
 expected is what will occur.

 My death is a reality
 in the consciousness of everyone
 which narrow and rotten as it may be
 will fall to its knees before my own resistance
 but which will be transformed into Legislation
 for the detonation of Visions.

 Someone offers to start the game
 on special kinds of terrain where the human being
 has the rare opportunity
 to be the victor without barbarizing the passions
 and as I myself like this proposal
 and am making an amazing dash from the right
 and what happened after is considered scandalous.
 I wanted to leave the dark behind...

 Whether its Patrons wanted it or not
 the dark was in fact left behind...
 but from the right as well
 I was oriented to the view I was here
                                           on Earth and alive
 a kind of corrupt and revolting light
 and the course is murky
 and the enemies equally inhuman.

 There in utter ease
 they hurl me down...they insult me...they strike me
 and around me the Dialectic
 shows no sign of existence...
 because as the the Supreme Lawgivers think
 for me it is far too early
 for there to be Justice in this World.

 If there is no Justice
 Stoic resistance returns
                                           to its own terrain
 and while I was considering dribbling my black thoughts
 in an explosive manner slipping along the ground
 suddenly a pass was sent my way
 of such dramatic value
 for the expectations contained in Dreams.

 Those present there....
 the grimmest spectators in our world
 readied their stupid Invention
 in order to see the world pulled down.

 But I knew from where this pass would be coming to me.

 It is the world ladies and gentlemen
 which I suffer differently than you
 and so that it might be the victor at least once
 I allow it to pass serenely over me...
 warning it that with the Dreams itÕs carrying
 an unenviable take-off is being prepared for it
 by the Lords of Earth.

 -You should have taken the shot, you mutt...
 howl the Giants of Money
 who darken...turn black
 and who then remind me that I am very poor
 and belong to the lowest class of society
 which this time as well
 timidly and humbly as always respected
 the rules of the Game
                                           and the lines on the Field...
 sacrificing the few desires that had remained
 to the Pantheon of Tyranny.

 It was pointless to stay on the Field
 I who want to stay here as a Man on Earth
 and I loaded the shattered bodies
 and carried them off within me.
 But is this world which soon
 will erase me from memory
 all conscience has been demolished.

 Far off now at the point
 where another human History will begin
 I clutch as if they were wounds
 the recollections of the games on Earth
 which could very well be called
 ideals in a mortuary
 waiting for them to die.

 Hunted by death
 I have got this far
 because no one desired my Victory
 which is why I am eternally one defeated
 by the wretchedness of the world
 which has crushed me with the storms
 of its cynicism
 precisely there in the fatal dispute
 over the Philosophy of Human Triumph.