Know yourself, say the Greek inscriptions ... the bad thing is when we forget, maybe about good and bad things, because we are a combination of both.
Self-portrait
Things always fall out of my hands And I stumble over the smallest stones And I'm not lying, I'm talking about pebbles that would not go through the throat of a sparrow Sometimes I keep the light from the sidewalk poles in my pockets Because I'm keeping it for the streets where I lack clarity.I can not go to hardware stores or department stores, because I piss the W.C And I stay sleeping in the exhibition beds.
Once I wrote on the wall of a government office "You look for muse, you pay with poetry" and I was arrested for the prudent time of 13 minutes I pretended to be steel, and surprise, to be crystal Even the wind cuts me and the rain are needles that are stuck on my shoulders
I do not like books, coffee or cigars The first depressed me, the second I despair and the third hurts his absence I have several maxims, but I never apply any I was once thrown out of a museum because I tried to enter a painting by Dürer And although this is on everyone's lips, nobody ever hears what I say I have had the creed of insomniacs, and I have knelt before gods that I doubt I cut the head of a goat on the day I became a man I'm friends with buffoons, beggars and prostitutes And enemy of work, effort and exercise Nothing consoles me, and three times a day I wish I was dead I write songs to the flowers because they can not choose not to love me I've never lost an argument, or at least I've never admitted it And the day I die, you must believe me, No one will tell you about this.
-Luis Rafael Moya