Against chilling

Against chilling

Chillin’ is the art of doing nothing without getting bored,

What an horrendous feeling, to have as goal, the act of chilling

To be a subject of whims, peasant of sloth, nothing more than a rock

Or a tuber on the couch

Why would I be gravel on the road, to be stepped on, by those that tread a path?

Just waiting and chillin’, until someone else injects our life with meaning

There is too much Task to choose Rest

Beggars as we are of time, we must haste,

If we are to make the world a better place

Start with the darkness within ourselves

Joaquin Pasos,

A Nicaraguan poet who was mysteriously killed, probably by the Somoza regime

Said on his poem, “War cry of everyday things”,

“Stare into this hole that I have on my chest,

And you will see heavens and hells

Look into my skull, marked by a thousand bullet holes

Through each of them shines a white star, a black star”

Through its eyeless sockets, mankind shows you all things,

The sublime and the horrendous surreal

And all you want to do is chill?

Santiago de los Caballeros, 21 de mayo de 2016.  Me llegó la inspiración mientras corría, pensando en una foto de 9gag que definía chill.

Rima consonante, supongo