the mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am
Nearing the place, the
power of the night, the press of the storm,
the post of the foe;
WHERE I stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form;
yet the strong man must go:
for the journey is done and the summit Attain,
and the barriers fall,
though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
the reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so... one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
and made me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears
of pain, darkness and cold.
for sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.
The black minute's at end,
and the elements' rage, the fiend voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Then a light, then thy breat, O thou
soul of my soul! Shall I clasp thee again, and with God Be
the rest!
"I fear death? feel the fog in my throat
mist in the face,
when the snow and gusty
announce the proximity of the site,
the power of the night, the pressure of the storm
and the arrival of the enemy wherever
The great fear is embodied in visible form
and the strong man must go:
because the trip is over and won the goal
barriers crumble, even in the absence
still struggle to achieve the award
the reward of all.
I was always a fighter, so ... comes another battle,
the best and the last! I would hate that death
bandage my eyes and easy on and give me
cautiously welcome;
No! let me try it in all its flavor, as my comrades,
ancient heroes;
withstand the onslaught and pay all my sins
in a moment of pain, darkness and cold;
because the worst, from one moment to another, for the brave becomes the best,
when the minute ends
bleak as the fury of the elements and the crazy evil voices
bends and off, changing
, transfigured sprouted from the pain alone.
And then a light and your heart, soul
oh my soul!
hug you again and God will rest. Translation
Armando Roa Vial (universal poetry book by Chilean poets translated and selected by Teillier, ed. University)
Manifesto (JP Belair)
say yes,
leap vacuum
despite being David Goliath.
Bet the game as a reward
regardless of reward.
I decided to live without armor.
I decided to live but not vegetable.
decided to get wet in the rain.
I decided to continue to linger. Believe
hesitation. The pleasure in the punishment.
But the truth is very
- the only really own - although
be anonymous revenge
and as accurate as recognizable.
Come
intruders to graffiti my walls. Come
the words sharp, shock
cowards and microcephalic. Wherever
human misery
before sinking his finger heals,
so, leeches, all that hurts me,
because it is vibrant, because it is not dead meat.
scream I chose instead to raise tumors.
kiss I chose for one night,
and me a life and for them a good trick. I decided
wide open my coat
and display my scarred humanity.
And while no whites in my chest,
spares no color in my words.
preferred to speak in this. Floor
strong, I know, and crying outside undermines me,
but I prefer the presentation to the anonymity.
sign my name without my beloved touch ugliness.
prefer war if the peace will be a convention
flowers and a speech to a bunch of fists,
even more than love, my skin is stronger.
prefer
and say yes when she uses it that key,
and make it a possibility ... a
fall in love with her, a word,
such that named in sound and silence. That
written in capital letters for days of rest
rest my freedom in its shadow.
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