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THE JUDAS' KISS POEM
Let’s make poetry.
How many whores got to die before the Law knows there
have been too many?
How many men got to go to jail before the Law knows
there are too many whores?
How many Laws got to be erased before whores are not
killed by men in jail?
The answer is written in your ass.
How many shits got a man go through before he says
enough?
And how many cuts can a man take before he begins to
pay back?
And how many times must a man offer the other cheek
before he gets mad?
The answer is written in your ass.
And how many words can be wasted to reach the point of
war to death?
And how many diplomats take to lead the Nations to a
Third World War?
And how many millions cost the freedom of a nation in
the eyes of the Global IV Reich?
The answer is written in your ass.
I see Horst and me swimming in the Red Sea.
As we followed the Canal of Suez down to Port Sudan we
could not restraint our passion for the water.
“You good in swimming?” said he.
“Man, like a whale”.
He laughed and said “I swim like a shark. Come on”.
It was tricky. Not like the Dead Sea, where you can
float like a balloon because the density of the waters, Red Sea is tricky
because the mystery. The ghost of Moses’ Pharaoh is like an enigmatic hand
reaching your feet. Every time my feet was touched by a creature of the sea I
felt the creepy chill. I didn’t make it too far.
“Did you feel it?”
“Yeah. You, walking on the water like a coward”.
“ I wouldn't say so, too young to be a cow”.
“Come on, your skin still shaking”
“ You don’t believe in the story?”
“I don’t believe in God, remember?”
“Yeah, you told so. I do”
“So?”
“He’s there, man”
“You’re not serious”.
“Do I look like a clown to you? Really you don’t
believe in angels?”
“What?”
“Your way of being alive. You don’t fell the Power of
the Creation in the air?”
“Well, when my pocked is full of papers called money,
yes, I feel God”
“Shut your stupid mouth. Youth means not stupidity”.
“I wonder why young most are”
“That’s not the point”
“Now you want to make a point”
“I make lines, Horst, not just point. I made phrases,
I make pages, and I will make books. I can’t just make one point”
“And your today’s point is…?”
“That we are stupid”
“Shit! Here you come again. Can we have a dialogue
without you killing it with a sentence? Give me your point”
“He is there, man. Someone got to dive to the bottom
of his grave and bring him back to the surface. That will be a revolution”
“And who will be that hero?”
“I could be that man”
“Oh yeah, the sole idea of floating alone over the
grave of your Pharaoh gives you the chill and you want to dive strait to the
deep!”
“You got the money. You do it”
“I’m not an idiot”
“That’s my point. God got to do with idiots what the
wise like you would not do because those things are things for idiots. Wise
people are most interested in making and keeping the money”
“Right”
“Right? How old are you? You sound like a guy double
your age”
“Stop this wandering from the Past to the Future,
Raul. We have a long road ahead”.
That thought would not leave my head. One day, one
day...!
The paysage was kind of
science fiction. Time had not advanced at all over that Red Sea Coast. The
tourists?, thanks God, sailing the Nile. The Red Sea was not under the pest of
the XXTH Century, that plague destroying all the natural resources of the seas
of the world : Tourism. However, there was a good reason for us driving alone
that wonderful coastline, “Military zone”. They gave us the halt. There was no
cause for argument. Back and forget about Port Sudan. Right? Two soldiers
invaded the R4L and with their guns ordered us to keep on driving. Where? Hell,
if we knew. We were following orders to gun-point. Where were they taking us? A
long way down south, for sure. After four or five hours driving we arrived to a
military headquarter. The curiosity was risen to the highest pitch among the
soldiers and officials. The commandant of the place spoke broken English.
“S0?”. After much questioning no answer was taken. We were not detained, not at
all. We were free to move all around the place. They will tell us when we could
leave. “What?”. The good thing about it was that they always smiled to us. No
mater whatever they said, they said it with a smile in their faces. After the
second day and no news on what we were doing there, we began to reflect back
their laughing faces. The third day the mystery was unveiled. The Big Chief had
to travel to Cairo, and from the Muslim’s Paradise two white angels had come
down to Earth to drive the Big Chief to the City of the Pyramids. We could not
stop laughing. Can you imagine an Army incapable of buying a car to the Big
Chief? No wonder that the Israeli Army dismantled the entire coalition of Arabs
in a matter of days! Why it took them so long! These guys had nor even money to
buy a car for the Big Chief. Anyway, we were 19-20 years old, we had plenty
future ahead, and shit happen!
I mean, how many shits you see ahead in your future
when you are 19?
Take a look back. Think from your fifties the long
road behind. Did you ever figure out the shit waiting for you here and there?
All right, I guess this is why we tend to be
conservatives and move the less we can. Fear of the future pends upon our heads
like a guillotine. If you move too much, soon or later you gonna have to deal with that, shit happen.
My point is, will you cast out Democracy because a
party of thieves have taken over the Government? Will I send my Faith to hell
because some priests use the confessionary to fuck kids, whores and even the
Mother of God, if they could? Because a car wreck will I nor drive anymore?
Shit happen! You gotta deal
with it, and keep on. When I step on a shit, I take off my shoes, clean the
boot, get a shower, pay me a good meal, drink a bottle of good red wine, and
forget about the shit. Man, the world is full of shit on two legs. So what?
Will you jail your soul because a whore, two whores, three whores? Fuck them
all. Dust to dust, dead to the dead! As the Spanish people say, to fall in
trouble you just got to be alive; the dead means no shit.
Why this world is in the shit? Laws are made by the
shit. The shit floats in the water. The shit goes up, the real people gets
down. The water is full of shit. Don’t you smell the shit? Moscow is a nuclear
shit; so Beijing. How long will it takes to Russia to suck the richness of the
Federation and leave the nations under the tyrant yoke of Moscow in the bones,
as happened to Eastern Europe? A long time, this is what you think? I bet my
soul that we all will see the dissolution of that Russian Federation in less
than two decades from now. Same talking about the Republic of China. China is a
Republic? What an offense for the Republic of France and the Unites States, to
be compared, though only in name, with that enormous Tyranny sucking the
Freedom and the Nature of the Far East from the dawn of times. That Republic
will disintegrate in the next two decades in dozens of nations and there will
be none to carry that infamous name : China.
Is God a dreamer? Is God a Historian without Genius to
write the History of the World according His Wisdom and Power? What? Do you
know for how long has been the King of the Universe waiting this very Day? You
don’t know that? Putin thinks that he is a god. He has a nuclear whip to hit
the Freedom of the Nations with. What a shame, to allow the Russian godfather’s
men to enter in the United Nation Building. What gust can have a man or woman
who allows the Chinese tyrants touch the national soil?
How many shit have we still to swallow before we
become One Nation, One World, One Man?
How many Tyrants have we still to suffer before the
Human Race get free from the blood of Cain?
How many shameless people can we still to take for
granted before we take the Power?
The answer? My ass
But if the advice of a poor man is worth a hearing,
stay alive till the 2030 and we will speak again about Russia and China. Get
out of drugs, give up smoking, cool down your drinking, wonderful times are
coming, do you want to see it from a wheel chair or on your legs?
Yeah, I used to sleep my baby boy singing for him Blowin’ in the wind, you know?
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