Cursed Love Poem by Felipe Gastão

Cursed love

What my fortune, to come into the world under the sign of damn love, an error, like many others, that defies our superficial philosophy. They say the devil and God are completely different things, but how it may be possible if they are Creator and creature? They both love men, but in different ways. The devil is a restless, adventurous and persuasive lover. His seduction is intriguing, has the charm of the spectacles of horror, sings the damnation of all truly intelligent creature, not resigned. Move us with its beautiful revolutionary ideals, that the more they are used to save us, make us more miserable. We get enslaved by their utopian ideals. At the end, under the sound of genius music, desperate and having nowhere to run, begs to die in the arms of his lover, with the bitter drink of arsenic, after thorough and ultimate carnal pleasure, one of the very few divine creations free from his objections. Let´s leave, I am tired of the limited repertoire of the Earth. The major revolution is death, anyway. I want something radically new, not even imaginable. Death arouses me irresistible curiosity. And so, after a few days, already stinking, two bodies are found interwoven and contort with a prophetic look in him, and a said one in his lover. They bless the bodies, pray for their souls, and separate them into separate graves. How can two lovers kill themselves making love? -Ask the innocent divine creatures.