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- POETRY -

WHY DO I WRITE? I often ask this question I never have the answer though And always when I have no answer	A GENIUS[1] One morning, when I woke from troubled dreams I found myself transformed in my bed into a horrible genius
LITERATURE AND TECHNOLOGY I hurled a great novel by Camilo José Cela at the night butterfly, smashing it against the wall. Got it? Step by step literature becomes practical, while technology tries to somehow take its place:	A POEM ABOUT NOTHING I was told by my friend, “Everything has already been written.” So I decided to write about Nothing, the beautiful Nothing,
UNSURVIVING Even if my Lord defends the city, the vigilance of the watchman is pointless— nobody will survive. Houses will be set on fire, roads will sway, all infants will climb out of their cradles	A FINGERNAIL At the threshold of night, when twilight creeps abruptly, I’ve noticed my fingernails grow rapidly, at the speed of light, at midnight they’re already so long I can easily reach the remote control in the next room from my bed