Why does he become sick from what for others <br />is a remedy? Why is the book <br />that even a child can understand <br />dark in his eyes? Why is <br />the language that anyone speaks <br />strange for him, incomprehensible? <br />The day that constitutes the present <br />is not his day, as even less the night, <br />the dog that barks from the barren land, <br />the thigh exhibited <br />in a corner by a slut, <br />the remote country that is set to flames… <br />soil that through refusing so often <br />suddenly became infertile <br />and ended up in prose, frozen lightning <br />forever reflected <br />in the opaque mirror of the earth.<br /><br />Carlos Barbarito<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-does-he-become-sick-from-what-for-others/
