The Smile of the Unvanquished

  Distance, the claw that crushes the bone, exposes the marrow to the relentless sun. Distance, the hammer that covers the shield with sturdy nails, their iron heads scorching the eyes of hostile throngs. Distance, averse to swoons and sieges shuffling as in a slow dance along the thin brittle line between the inscrutable and the banality. Distance, obedient to a particularist law, sowing the earth despite wide turmoils, raising a legacy: an unfurled defiant calyx    

Where to start, what to give out?.. There's a flush of sadness and gloom bedded into the description of oneself, an improvisation harked together from a jumble of thoughts, ideas, impressions, turmoils and quietudes, hear-says and reports, all around impoverished statements, like rambling voices lacking, from which is distilled a Leitmotiv, a supra-egotic signature that entails origin and destiny of a living being in its most authentic and yet indefinable, elusive, if not even furtive denominator... like the wind, eternal, fleeting, ubiqitous yet unsubstantial... Identity which like a weed flower rocks dainty in exhibit and sturdy in resilience from the debris of a lichen-clad withered and forgotten tomb.... Now perhaps imagine life, somehow sidetracked to the periphery of life embraced ordinarily, bustling and ever-effacing in the routine mechanical drumbeats of genic and societal infrastructure. Close by facing this spatial blandness,where the horizon and the relative axis of one...