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December 14th, 2015 
Awake Goy I was totally immersed in my thoughts, when she arrived.
I couldn’t remember anything of what I had thought,
Until an instant before her coming.
Her reflection on my pupil,
It was clear as the ocean water.
She stared at me with a serious look and sweet at the same time.
Where you take me today? I asked.
Nowhere, she said, we stay here to observe
These Earth’s worms,
That every day come out of their den,
Powerfully,
To live one of those many days that doesn’t make sense.
Where you’re guided by what you have to do,
Because others expect it from you.
Because it takes guts to live for who you are,
And not sell your ass
To feel accepted by other worms that live waiting to die.
This was her answer.
I honestly don’t understand why they fear you so much, I told her.
You know how to be a pleasant companion.
You are the epilogue in which everything makes sense, even where there has never been.
She thinks of an answer, she thinks carefully.
All people have a feverish fear of me,
Because I’m the end of everything.
The end like ends up everything, every living form.
Every time is a terrifying image for me, she said.
The image on the man’s face when he realizes that there is no
Ticket for the Holiday’s Paradise.
A chilling picture of despair.
She left that day, after having been with me for a while.
I don’t remember ever talking to someone in so quiet a way.
The air was cool and refreshing, as I like.
The sun shone, with its rays shone on everything, even on shit.
Albrecht Dürer, Melencolia 1514.
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