Precedente

Today I woke up and wrote in my notebook a beautiful plan for the things I wanted to do.

A little while later, visitors came to the house.

It was life with its urgencies, and we started to chat.

Now the notebook seems like a thing of yesterday, even though it’s from today.

I already knew in advance what things they were going to bring up,

but I still listened.

I never give in when the situation doesn’t seem right,

but I do listen when I see convenience.

While urgencies spoke, they confirmed my idea.

One denies what one knows until life reminds them.

Now I challenged myself to a duel

between a tired, exhausted, and oscillating Manuel

and an absorbed, naive, and indifferent Manuel.

Everyone knows who has to win,

except the one who has to win.

It’s always about the same thing.

Precedent.