I thank the Holy Spirit for all the favors done for me, a being gifted with balance and temperance. When we thought that the pandemic is going to take us to extermination, it brought us the gift of speculation and power over our subordinates. Thanks for perseverance and omnipotence to control this world which I’ve built along with my gray brotherhood.

Notes:
Pun in Spanish. When the bureaucrat calls himself a gifted being cer-dotado, the first two syllables, along with starting the word with “c”, are read as “pig”.

Thanks to our Guardian angel who let us breathe in some air when we are feeling the suffocation stronger than the pain from losing our beloved princes who end up turning in what they really are.

July 2002

I give thanks to you, Christ the Saviour, for drying my eyes when I was drowning in the sea of tears, looking how all my lovers who, like Ulysses, set out on a journey without return, slipping off my arms. With your light, I’ll find that horizon where this eternal question would finally sink—“Where if not in my arms?”

July 2002

Thank you, my Angel, for hearing my laments in which I asked you to deliver me from this painful torture distressing my heart. Thank you for tearing my sorrow heart off. Now I have no pain, no sorrow, there’s nothing inside me anymore. Now there’s only you, my God, in my life.

July 2002