A propos of Eros
Of all the earthly servitudes
that imprison my desires in this cell
I confess myself indebted to my flesh
and to all its intimate ups and downs
that make me happier
and less free.
slavery reveals her sovereign nature,
and I feel like the mistress of my destiny.
Because I know how to love, because I have savored the fruit
and I have never spoken ill of its bittersweet taste,
because I can offer up my heart intact
if the road is worthy of requiring it,
because I’ll resist on my own two feet, with humble resolve,
the rigors of this maddening fire.
In this silent uproar in which we are all
scoundrels, vagabonds, indigents and prisoners
there are no victors or vanquished
and tomorrow won’t secure yesterday’s winnings.
May one who succumbs to the petty rancour
of humiliation not enter into the battle.
Be advised, enormous doses of
generosity of spirit and courage are necessary
in the silent struggles of human passion.
The payback, on the other hand, is substantial.
To belong suddenly only to nature,
not to fear death or oblivion,
not to accept a handout from life,
not to settle for anything less than everything.