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Timothée Chalamet attends the “Bones And All” red carpet at the 79th Venice International Film Festival on September 02, 2022 in Venice, Italy. Timothée wears Haider Ackermann jumpsuit. (Photo by Stephane Cardinale - Corbis/Corbis via Getty Images)

To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in.... you are so worthy of love.

Somos energías que se agitan en la coctelera del sentimiento, carne que se ama y que grita buscando equilibrio… ¡ en el universo !

Somos un misterio suspendido levitando en un cosmos inmenso, altas dosis de desatado delirio… ansiando su cauce, ¡ en otro cuerpo !

Y aunque desconocemos la meta, somos latidos de la existencia… y sangre que corre por las venas hasta hacerse amor… y honda violencia !!

Somos un tablero de ajedrez roto jugándole una partida al destino, estrategia ahogada en el moho… de una herencia, ¡ de sinrazón y desatino !

Somos cien mil estrellas esparcidas componiendo “un poema en el cielo”, para que lo lean los futuros eremitas y se lo muestren… a los que aún no nacieron.

Y sin embargo, luz somos y abismo fusionados en el alma de la especie, un espejo mentiroso, “hecho lirismo” maquillando el sentir… oculto de nuestra suerte.

Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek Poema escrito en 2016

We are energies that stir in the shaker of feeling, meat that loves and screams looking for balance… ¡ In the universe !

We are a suspended mystery levitating in an immense cosmos, high doses, unleashed delirium … longing for its channel, ¡ In another body!

And although, we do not know the goal, we are beats of existence… and blood running through the veins until making love… and deep violence !!

We are a broken chess board playing a game to the destiny, strategy, drowned in mold … of an inheritance, Of unreason and folly!

We are a hundred thousand stars scattered composing, “a poem in heaven”, for the future hermits to read and show it to him … those who were not yet born.

And yet we are light and abyss fused, in the soul of the species, a lying mirror, “made lyricism” applying makeup… hidden from our luck.

Ousía Poética © Leandro Lojek