Pyrrhic Victory

There are loves that lead you on journeys unprecedented, loves that with their angelic wings make you feel, emotionally and mentally omnipotent, even if you are in fact an infinitesimal molecule of matter in the entirety of the universe. But there are also loves, less bright, yet covered with the sharpness of passion, lurking in a corner like savage animals ready to devour you and strip your soul of its protective strongholds.

The other side of love, the negative or the dark, where the relationship of the two persons are not bilateral and the logic of domination and imposition on each other prevails, is what Nota Manta comes to remind us of with the poetic collection "Pyrrhic Victory". With this historical retrospection of Ancient Greece, the poet wants to guide us to the point where the winner and the loser are left in doubt if at the end of the "battle of love" they both do not count significant and deep losses.

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Hurry up, I've opened the window
and hear the world grieving as if in serenade.
Under a hanged sky!

Tonight I am a breath away from your breath
so close do I feel you
while at other times so foreign
bare of tears and images.

And my wounds opened once again
but the blood emerging smells of holy water and offering.
My wounds opened and the moon
licks my blood away like a faithful dog
showing its love.

But tonight I'm not in pain
only the repentant are in pain
those who shared, those who offered themselves.

Tonight I have no regrets!

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I wish you believed me
but you don't believe in miracles
and you cannot see with my eyes.

I now hold less bitterness in my fingers.
I have a force that defines me
an olive branch in my teeth
and if I must crawl in the streets
with my entire litany of fears
I will not hesitate.
In my pocket I have a shard of rage
as hard as a rock.

Your fiesta will be in a foreign body
your mouth a prison!
And the gold that will betray you
still unborn.

Over your circle I walked
with eyes bound
and found but an empty vein, slashed.