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MY CALLING

I called hundreds of doors and all refused,  
and that, that my hands were full of gold
I spoke to thousands of men and they never listened,  
and that, that I had of thousands my lips full.  
Then I decided to say lies  
lies and more lies, and deceits  
and then, how strange, they all venerated me.  


Thinking,  
in a place that doesn’t think,  
is to hurt it.  
 
   In a town in shadows  
   there’s no greater punishment,  
   like that of being born illuminated.  
 
Give a town the Truth,  
and pay it will with hatred.  
 
   The towns are not  
   totally happy,  
   until they are  
   totally deceived.  
 
To evidence mediocrity,  
academies were created.  
 
   Never await any novelty  
   in the intellectuals,  
   like circular letters,  
   they say the same.  
 
Poet is he  
to whom suffices  
a drop of ink,  
to beautify  
the World,  
Poetry:  
the masterly vision  
of the Universe.  
  
Ignoramus
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