Pa' Césary Corky

what for the rush and bloody pain what for the blooming and the rain what for the quest and odyssey what for the swimming and the sea, see there b no shore or beach that anyone can reach and breathe, inhale, exhale, and love all seems to ooze the stress that greed has carved in us surely our species should be meek before our motherearth’s volcanoes storms and huracanes tornadoes, floods and tremors and there we b secreting poisons for all leggeds, wingeds, fish and even trees what for the rush and bloody pain we’ll surely die, but then we dig deeper in our heartmindspiritbody and nurture glow and warmth and light and peace and patience and gladness and gardens and gather all in oneness and end the pain and bloody rush desiring naught expecting naught missing naught simply being being we truly have no choice…though we imagine, dream, hope, want being all that we are we are all that is and that is all there b césar and corky this b my writ to chávez y gonzález carnales de las sonrisas grandes de las carcajadas llenas de murales de cuadros, ensayos matadors de pendejadas terminators of guandajos and juanabees hermanos, jefes your “death” is but our “birth” porque amasteis entregasteis y hoy, como siempre, sois imprescindibles