Arthur A. primera visita, en tratamiento cruzado

un poema beatnik para Arthur,
como a él le habría gustado.

little prayers

my world, my only! as I see
soberly the necessity
that thus I fail, and my hurts
proportioned to my just deserts;
that's fine! as any truth is fine.
but that I change I do not find
nor that I triumph by embracing my fate,
nor that I suffer less
(paul goodman)