To my Dharma (Sánscrito)

TO MY DHARMA
Today it is the first day of the rest of my Life,
the first day in which you are not here, with me.
Already I strange your loving acts, your eyes so lovely, your joy.
No longer you will wait for my arrival,
no longer you will begin to long for my go-aways.
But you are not the Only One left alone.
I will be the Other One that will knead only solitudes.
Good bye, Dear Dharma, good bye.
You will bear with you,
to that remote borderless Kingdom,
(to that Undiscovered Country),
all our questions,
all our answers.
Life does not have senses,
Life is a discontinuous rope,
is a sting which tears us.
A fight every next moment.
The moment, the time,
which approaches us, slowly, to the Death.
I listen to the radio.
Funeral music (from “Twilight of the Gods”).
A music never better programmed.
Now it is when I need you,
in this very instant.
With those musical notes I recall “Excalibur”.
No, you will be here no more,
you will be in this World no more,
my Dear Dharma.
You will hope to me
at the very trim of the Great Border,
the Great Bottomless Abyss.
There, in the Hidden Country, with all my dearies.
I already see, I already look and see:
With this terrific music
(I see clearer than in a clear day),
the arrival of the Death-Boat
Yes, the Holy Boat that took to Arthur to Avalon.
The boat that also has taken you.
There Is (perhaps), a sky for the dogs?
Or there is nothing.
Nothing for them, nothing for us.
We are all so lonely ones.
Why suffer this pains, about?
Why suffer for all our cries?
The horns blowing make me spill tears.
Tears of impotence.
Tears of doubt.
No, there is nothing.
And we clung to everything.
And we don’t take anything.
Never a Budha ever taught nothing to nobody,
thus the Mistic Man says :
“Never a Thing was used for nothing.”
We are all ash-gray and dust,
we Are mud and nothing.
Life is a battle lost before the beginning,
just at the starting point.
And all we are abandoned.
There is no salvation,
there is only Shadows and Forgetfulness,
with a slow and long declining.
An Eternal Forgetfulness.
As it is said in The Bible:
“The man is but a green herb from the ground,
a little green leaf which is blown by the wind.”
We are as Shakespeare says to us:
“Sound and Fury,
Signifying Nothing”

JULIO ENRIQUE BRUGOS
06/08/04 – 17/03/05

DEDICATED TO MY DHARMA

AND TO DHARMA

YUDHISTHIRA’S DOG

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TO MY DHARMA Today it is the first day of the rest of my Life, the first day in which you are not here, with me. Already I strange your loving acts, your eyes so lovely, your joy. No longer you will wait for my arrival, no longer you will begin to long for my go-aways. But you are not the Only One left alone. I will be the Other One that will knead only solitudes. Good bye, Dear Dharma, good bye. You will bear with you, to that remote borderless Kingdom, (to that Undiscovered Country), all our questions, all our answers. Life does not have senses, Life is a discontinuous rope, is a sting which tears us. A fight every next moment. The moment, the time, which approaches us, slowly, to the Death. I listen to the radio. Funeral music (from “Twilight of the Gods”). A music never better programmed. Now it is when I need you, in this very instant. With those musical notes I recall “Excalibur”. No, you will be here no more, you will be in this World no more, my Dear Dharma. You will hope to me at the very trim of the Great Border, the Great Bottomless Abyss. There, in the Hidden Country, with all my dearies. I already see, I already look and see: With this terrific music (I see clearer than in a clear day), the arrival of the Death-Boat Yes, the Holy Boat that took to Arthur to Avalon. The boat that also has taken you. There Is (perhaps), a sky for the dogs? Or there is nothing. Nothing for them, nothing for us. We are all so lonely ones. Why suffer this pains, about? Why suffer for all our cries? The horns blowing make me spill tears. Tears of impotence. Tears of doubt. No, there is nothing. And we clung to everything. And we don’t take anything. Never a Budha ever taught nothing to nobody, thus the Mistic Man says : “Never a Thing was used for nothing.” We are all ash-gray and dust, we Are mud and nothing. Life is a battle lost before the beginning, just at the starting point. And all we are abandoned. There is no salvation, there is only Shadows and Forgetfulness, with a slow and long declining. An Eternal Forgetfulness. As it is said in The Bible: “The man is but a green herb from the ground, a little green leaf which is blown by the wind.” We are as Shakespeare says to us: “Sound and Fury, Signifying Nothing” JULIO ENRIQUE BRUGOS 06/08/04 – 17/03/05 DEDICATED TO MY DHARMA
AND TO DHARMA
YUDHISTHIRA’S DOG


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