Good morning, I'm bringing you a poem for this post, with a reflection we see every day in our friends and family, the visions of seeing and interpreting the real world.
It is or it isn't...
Two Conflicting Visions Orlando Paredes
I lose myself in the hemispheres and parietal arteries
learning about the diachronic tastes of young people
either in limbo or at the pinnacle.
One fork leads to ignorance
while the other leads to interest,
either I think about traveling to Miami
or I assume I'll learn the cosmogony in the lands
of the Piaroas, Curripacos, or Warequanas,
or I continue listening to music with predetermined anti-values
that make man devoid of logic
or I subscribe to the aesthetics of the poetry
of Alí, Luis Mariano, and Otilio
that depict the maker and cultivator as
noble and worthy men.
Amid such a dichotomy
new men, new women,
vagabonds, dying, agonizing, and lifeless.
Between sadness
Happiness
Between hate
Respect
Either the Y leads us to encounter
Or the Y succumbs us to disagreement
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