I Love / Usually so

Hoy decido hacer las cosas al revés: primero la poesía, luego el trabajo. Versos que hagan eco en mi carne mientras la tesis con sus datos puros y duros trata de convertirme a la objetividad. Regresé a Mayakovsky, éste ha sido su regalo:

I Love (1922)

USUALLY SO

Any man born is entitled to love,
but what with jobs,
incomes,
and other such things,
the heart's core grows harder
from day to day.
The heart wears a body;
the body -a shirt.
Even that's not enough!
Someone-
the idiot!-
manufactured stiff cuffs
and clamped starch on the chest.
Aging, people suddenly have second thoughts.
Women rub in powder and rouge.
men do cartwheels according to Muller's system.
But it's too late.
The skin proliferates in wrinkles.
Love flowers,
and flowers
and then withers and shrinks.

Mayakovsky