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WHEN REQUIRED TO APPEAL TO A BODY SCARS

Yes, indeed. Because when you, mere mortal, you do not see how describe its dawn disaster after a bad night that ended a day even more disaster, fattening of pessimism ... for all that, there is always immortal you shut your mouth and speak for you.

NINE MOSTRUO
I, unfortunately, grows
pain in the world all the time,
grows to thirty minutes per second, step by step,
and nature of pain, pain twice
and the status of martyrdom, voracious carnivore,
is twice
pain and function of pure grass, the dolordos
times and the good of being, doubly grieve.

Never, human men,
was much pain in the chest, on his lapel, purse,
in the glass, in the carnage, in Arithmetic! Much love
never painful, so close
never attacked the distance, the fire never

better role played dead cold! Never
, Minister of Health, was the deadliest
health and migraine
extracted both against the forehead!
And the furniture was in her drawer, pain, heart
in his crate, pain,
the lizard in his crate, pain.

misery grows, brother men,
soon as the machine, and ten machines, and grows
with the response of Rousseau, with our beards;
evil grows for reasons that ignore
and is a flood own fluids,
with own mud and solid cloud itself! Invest
suffering positions gives
role in the aqueous humor
is vertical to the pavement,
the eye is seen and heard this ear, this ear
and takes nine strokes
when the beam, and nine to laughter
time of wheat, and nine females
sounds when crying, and nine songs
at the time of hunger and nine and nine whips
thunder, less a cry.

pain catches us, brother men,
behind profile, and we
allocates in cinemas, we nailed
in gramophones,
unnail us in the bed, falls perpendicularly
our tickets, our letters;
and is very serious subject, can you pray ...

As a result of pain, some
born, others grow, others die,
and others who are born and not dying,
otrosque without being born, die, and other
not born or die (the most)

And as a result of suffering, I tristehasta
head, and more sad to ankle,
to see the bread, crucified, the turnip,
bloodied, crying
, onions,
to cereal, in general, flour, salt-
made dust, water, fleeing,
wine, an Ecce Homo,
so pale in the snow, the sun as it burned!
How, fellow humans,
not say that I can not and I can not
with such drawer,
many minutes, so much

lizard and investment, both far and so thirsty thirsty!
Health Minister, what to do?
! Ah! Unfortunately, human men,
there, brothers, much to do.

César Vallejo, Human Poems.