A poem by Otto Dusquene

YOU

you

that think to be great in a few years

that will do shit after the other

that will always keep trying until exhaustion

that nothing will talk about defeats,

finding them justifiable

that will realize his dream an the morning

you

that will see in the alcohol anything of human

that will seek the other face in the moon

that will destroy the model before the first brick cooked

that will imagine there is a treasure under the stone

that will vomit bile and tire next to the fat table

that will anticipate the payment of the day laborer

that will sleep under the stars on a clear and drunk night

that will perish on dead lives

you, man, you

that will rage against injustice but will not

throw a coin

that will serve himself in the last American cup

that will expect to live a little longer and more

for the bear to still try

to snatch the fish

or something like that or

nothing

idiot and human

so it’s so, man