Poetry.
Need urgently
Take a trip out of me:
Contemplating landscapes exogenous endless
That cry out wildly,
For which we read, photographs, narrated,
With the teeth and the tongue of the mind.
Ah, the mind: the place where magic lives
The source of libertarian vivacity burning fiery!
Not that I do not quit;
I go:
Stumbling by nefarious malls
The steam-roller, of treachery,
The physical and mental deserts of straight twinned;
By road the bucolic life
As the faun was private
Be worshiped in Rome Octavianus Augusto;
After all, stroll along the boulevard
The strange joy raped and suffered,
But always spirited, playful stiffer the mestizo nation.
Ah, why not make that Siddhartha Gautama
If you stray from the clutches
The impregnable fortress of humbug
For scanning, know the legitimate face of the world
By thrive malls and alleys of despair,
Framing, cement, clothes, concrete
Ancient India sophistication cybernetics.
Yeah, maybe I should, like him, will well
That I cherish the selfishness of the matter:
Preach selflessness, kindness, humility
And stay focused for months or years
The shade of a giant tree,
In order that I can capture,
I turn on the breath
Water, fire, air, Clay-Earth-Planet;
And, while floating above the clouds, the sky dome of purity,
Able to achieve the glorious Nirvana:
The Ecstatic Peace undying of Certainty!
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