there is also a gift
of being not interested
seldom it happens but
it happens
like when the sun rises
and someone stops to admire it
and you keep on walking
rushing for something more important
disregarding what is poetic
and looking forward to what gives you
something to survive: money
you know you cannot live by bread alone
they keep on hammering that to you
but here you are hungry and thirsty
for food and water and
looking for what satisfies your affection
and this gift of being uninterested
works for you, going back to that unpoetic
self, and those old friends of yours treat
you for a drink, here comes a friend telling
you, welcome back to reality...make money
away from psychological weaknesses and
personal whims, and anxieties, take back yourself
stone, pillar, no clouds, no rivers, rock,
soil, sand, scorpion, viper, venom,
the other more candid, says, be the man you are.
make money, support your family, solid, smart.
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