After being Stoned in the Spanish Inquisition
After being Stoned in the Spanish Inquisition When I was young I lived sliding down empty, smooth surfaces where rest and vertigo were rumors of echoes. I fell so many times, got up in different places never to be returned. The detour was Law and openness was feared. When I was young I tried to invent a machine, but my machine made errors, I was one of those errors. The higher the offering, the more useless. They asked for lamps and words. I said, love understands praise. They said, your tree is a serpent eating its own tail. But I grew in my tree like a clumsy hand ascending towards that Truth listening to no one. Reader, I call upon you, solemn reader, ironic reader, never be indifferent! You must build, twirl with the machine, dream you see the Tree of trees bigger than the forest!