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a more accurate version of my tribute to Hank @ 9 September 2008 01:08 AM

Eventually you make the right compromise
gettin' married
building a new family
talking to your be-loved boys and girls loudly
and sooner or later
you loose control
you loose your wife
or your wife looses you
or both - it doesn't really matter
and you loose any hope about them too
they will go to their way
as you did
You forget your youth
your stupid fucking beautiful energy
In this situation
obviously Hank has been forgotten too
for so many years his books remain packed
somewhere in your house
or in your parents' house
or in your old friend ones
you never talk about him to anybody
even to yourself
and suddenly
in a sultry summer afternoon
when you feel weaker and bored and older than usual
you get one of them
in your hands.
You make the same kind of gesture
for many book in those days
and after few moments
you put them again in the dusty shelf.
But not with Hank's!
And miraculously
the energy comes again through your fingers
in your mind
in your hardly open eyes
despite of the shining sun
you read all the book in a few
as you did when you were young
and you believe again
even in a word of shit
despite of all the mistakes we do
despite the death of all the supposed rebellions
despite all the time you waste
despite all the liars and misunderstandings
you believe again
nobody can control you without killing you
and even when you die
be murdered or simply because your time is over
a secret hope, a dream will be stuck into your face
and you look at the dusty mirror in front of you
and you see.
Now your face is gonna be like Hank's face
with those narrow couple of cracks
he used to cracking life for so many years
paying as less fee as possible.
Now you know
the only reason
they never gave him
the Noble prize.