![61848713_328845614477936_1100618449438113792_n.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmRthivhKRjtfTsQA9yrPDsvYoc6rzviGBbN1fiywziTi9/61848713_328845614477936_1100618449438113792_n.jpg)*Know yourself, say the Greek inscriptions ... the bad thing is when we forget, maybe about good and bad things, because we are a combination of both.*
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# Self-portrait

<center></p>*Things always fall out of my hands*
And I stumble over the smallest stones
And I'm not lying, I'm talking about pebbles that would not go through the throat of a sparrow
Sometimes I keep the light from the sidewalk poles in my pockets
*Because I'm keeping it for the streets where I lack clarity.*

I can not go to hardware stores or department stores, *because I piss the W.C*
And I stay sleeping in the exhibition beds.

Once I wrote on the wall of a government office
*"You look for muse, you pay with poetry"* and I was arrested for the prudent time of 13 minutes
I pretended to be steel, *and surprise, to be crystal*
Even the wind cuts me and the rain are needles that are stuck on my shoulders

I do not like books, coffee or cigars
*The first depressed me, the second I despair and the third hurts his absence*
I have several maxims, *but I never apply any*
I was once thrown out of a museum because I tried to enter a painting by *Dürer*
And although this is on everyone's lips, nobody ever hears what I say
I have had *the creed of insomniacs*, and I have knelt before gods that I doubt
I cut the head of a goat on the day I became a man
I'm friends with *buffoons, beggars and prostitutes*
And enemy of work, effort and exercise
Nothing consoles me, and three times a day I wish I was dead
I write songs to the flowers *because they can not choose not to love me*
I've never lost an argument, or at least I've never admitted it
And the day I die, you must believe me,
No one will tell you about this.</center></p>

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**-Luis Rafael Moya**