Like a famous man named Don Quixote
Early morning with words as a sword
I'm going right against the rightless crowd
Even Pansa is no longer here with his help
I ride Rosinante the indomitable mare
If only Dulcinea is on my side
Encourages me with her pretty smile
For the fight that i would surely win
These giant arms with stentor voices
Life is a long and every day fight
It's not time for the happy song
Here is a speech and madness for the morning fight
I do not want just to be right about the speech
Hey you giants without voice I challenge you
Today and every day until the end of the song
I am not any knight trust me i am a vigorous one
Even if I am a warrior with a sad figure
I have neither the time nor the leisure for joy
Take it easy as a morning fairless song
If you take my advise look for a jazz song
To make your day better then not to quarrel
For any useless reason at the end
I admit you have reason as a crowd
A crowd can **** any lion or a famous knight
Even the one named Don Quixotte !
The crowd has always the last argument!

Adonis esta viejo!

El caballo de la region,
esta perdiendo la razon
quiere aniquilar el Padre del pueblo,
pues este le recordo…
que no es ya el Adonis que enamoraba por monton.
que por su ego y corbardia,
anda solo por cabron!

Adonis esta viejo,
no le fian en la cantina.
Ya las mujeres andan corriendo el cuento….
de que ya no es buen amante,
que ya ni sirve pa’ comapañia!

Adonis esta viejo,
se ha mirado al espejo y no le gusta su reflejo.
aunque joven se siente por dentro
el espejo reflejas su piel plegada,
esa pansa bien crecida,
y el pelo se le esta raleando,
por atrás se ve su calva brillando.

Adonis esta viejo,
Adonis el mujeriego,
Adonis, el que todas la mujeres querian,
Adonis, el que sembro alegrias momentarias,
Adonis, que no anclo en ningun puerto,
Adonis, el que nunca pasaba una noche solo,
Adonis se quedo solo y sin su hombria.

Adonis no penso,
que el tiempo pasaria.  

Adonis esta viejo y no lo gusta lo que ve en el espejo.

LeydisProse
6/13/2017
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Me pidió que le abrace,
me dijo que ya no quería más guerra.
Me dijo que estaba desintegrado,
desmoronado,
desmigado,
desecho,
triturado,
destruido,
que se le habia desintegrado el alma.

Que su alma estaba en pena,
que penando se pasaba de barra en barra,
barriendo toda la tristeza que le alberga,
entre tragos que no le embriagan,
y que solo empinan sus dolencias.

Me pidió que lo que lo abrace,  
que no me desprendiera,
que no le soltara,
que no le abandonara,
que no le hiriera de tal manera,
que ya la soledad estaba haciendo patria sobre su vida vacía y seca.

Me pidió que lo abrazara.
Me pidió una mariposa de esas que hacen alegrar la pansa.
Me pidió un beso como pide el fusilado un último deseo.

Le dije que respirara. Me tire con él a la grama.
Le pedí  que me mirara.
Le asegure de que la guerra había cesado.
Le bese en la frente paulatinamente, mientras,
le contaba la triunfante historia de la mariposa que se transforma de oruga en realeza.
Lo abrace hasta que vi el espíritu de tristeza brotar de su cuerpo.
Lo abrace hasta que el niño asustado tomara confianza.
Lo abrace como si estuviese desahuciado.
Lo abrace hasta que sentí las cadenas que lo ataban..romperse en mil pedazos.
Lo abrace hasta que se sintió hombre de nuevo.

Luego hicimos el amor, como lo hicieron Adan y Eva cuando descubrieron
sus hambrientos y desnudos cuerpos en su nirvana.

LeydisProse
6/6/2017
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upper tier of crosswords,
mental rubric,

      s                        a

         t             h            e
    
      r            t     

                      d             e
      
  
       shattered: quasi germanica

lexicon...

                  atom...

warm ***** and the chilled chaser...
or no chaser, hence
***** chilled to the consistency
of gome syrop...
liquidated clear liquorice...

Pazura (actor)
     und Warszawa (a capital
of a European nation...

      dziw... bo bez sfobody,
między... to eN...

ha ha ha ha...

e e Cummings conjuring
up the cOncEPt of orthography
in the native readers...
without exploring diacritical
mark application,
which, orthography rests upon...

    co ma gzyms do
       krawędzi
kiedy pietruszka
        o, zajob...
i ta świcąca trójci Pitta...
nie brody warta,
tylko tego, bolka jolka...
greckiego, fagasa...
    
a piernik do wiatraka?
ujebany, Sergio Pansa...

...to guwno, tzn. prl'u:
co czyni papa new guinea
pierdolonym 'omikiem?

suka morda brud...

    te kurwa... z... kreską!

bilingualist contra the polyglot,
UN of the latter,  
trenches and no man's land
of the former...

       6 Napoleons made
a dozen private Ryans...
      at Jena...
  'alf  frisky Burgundian...
'alf celibate Schwabian...

crosswords and the thesaurus
avenue...
   poetry...
    and the robert frost analogy...
Dante and Virgil...
Homer's solo
with a blind man' stick,
or rather...
Homer and Milton...
sitting in a tree...

      either a tongue bound
to the breath of Horace...
or the leash
      and warden skit...
     of the Minotaur...

somehow...
etymology always was,
and always will be,
the pedantic, bookish
version of history...

      so much so,
that etymology bypasses
the ridiculousness of
Darwinsm, of form, of Plato...

aeons pass before ape
differentiates
the vowel from the consonant
or the onomatopoeia
from the mimic from
the noun...

            then comes the continuum
crushing all genesis
theists, as well as all genesis
atheists...
      love, love... and you typical
Sunday afternoon...
        
slang as an anti-etymology...
           likewise the ape...
ape being slang, for man...
   slang as noun as colloquial,
rather than as proverbial..
staccato...
                  and all sort of
mannerismsms of the,
"less informed"...
  
                            only England scorns
bilingualism it would seem...
unless it has no post-colonial
uncle toms to boast of...

P.T.S.D. of the 1946 Kielce Pogrom...
ever so shocking,  
unlike the biblical credo:
go forth and multiply...
      in any other instances,
less memorable, collateral...
guess not enough cousin fucky-fucky...
1 Chew worth 1000 Chings...
      if not more...
Chew has a name, Ching has a number...
like the good ol' days...
bribing the ß-mann (eszettmann)
for Milka bishop choc bars.

I don quixote an unfair world
Where the demons of evil
Plans and conspires
To rule humans like slaves
I am still alive and fighting forward
Across all the continents
Against these giants of darkness!
I am the legendary knight
My name is synonymous with struggle
Always with the right  cause
Beyond my fifty thousand years
I admit my face is sad
Because there is so much injustice
Wise ones can understand    
Nobody could be joyful in a such case
Faced with what is happening here down
I'm still alive and forward to the fight
Riding my imaginary rosinante
With or without my faithful Sancho Pansa
With all the braves our faith is up
Always believe that the light
Will overcome the darkness
The truth always conquers the lie
Fight is eternal proof that we live
Only the deads accept despotism and failure  
I am the great torch of resistance
Symbol of everyday life
The light is fighting every day
Against the dark shadows of the evil plot
Under other lights of sun and skies
I am known as Don Quixote
I can get out in any soul fighter
So i was in south africa& North Africa
Where i made my pilgrimage
Long before the birth of children
I fought in latin america
Where i had an another birth
And even in Vietnam next to General Giap
I'm always  on the side of oppressed people
i absolutly  believe that men are born free
The dominants are always the oppressors
Now i am the global fighter
Finally I am the soul of any fighter
who fight for freedom and justice