Very boring. Having all the money in the world and not having to lift a

a finger for a living. Not a drop of sweat. No physical exertion at all.

My, not even a minute of thinking. All thinking being done by your

bank financial planner. Sell this. Buy that. That sort of thing. While you

fornicate at ease. Getting up late. Having a boiled egg for breakfast.

Sitting by the pool, walking your fingers on your cell phone.

Your muse in turn inspiring you with her youth and sweet smile.

Or so you think. Beautiful as an Aphrodite. As the last one you fired

a month ago. Your nightly body thrusts are becoming less frequent

and less passionate. But you keep on trying. So, today you made a three

fold profit on your capital. Wonderful, you say to yourself. Ah…this

deserves another round. And as night approaches, you plan about what

to do next. More of the same. As last night. As two nights ago. A week

ago, a month, a year and ten years ago. You feel sick of yourself.

As someone who has smoked all cigarettes from Havana. Had all the

honey in the world. You are sick and tired of yourself. You can not

appreciate a tasteless glass of water. Your heart is dehydrated.

Blood runs through your body and you don’t know what is next…

Yes. That’s what happens when you don’t know what your limbs were

made for.

Ernesto Onofre