01. LA LIEBRE Y LA TORTUGA

01. THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE

THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE
“This is not the original story,
This is the true story”

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Look,

The true story
The original
Aesop's
You've probably heard it before
Many times
To the point of satiety
So why repeat it?
Something we already know

I,
I'll tell you another one
And can,
Let it not be just a fable
A tale
Or a story
It may be so real
Like life itself

And it can even,
That reality
Be able
To overcome this fiction

And the fable goes like this
...

Once upon a time,
A hare and a tortoise
They were preparing to run a race
In front of all his neighbors
So that they could see
And they could find out
Who had bigger ones

The eggs,
I mean

Good,

The race began
And the starting gun
It was heard in the three surrounding towns
The hare,
She left like a bolt of lightning
The turtle,
Not so much

The hare,
She took many meters of distance,
Even Kilometers
She looked into the distance,
And She didn't see her opponent
She didn't see her neighbors either.

So with more than enough time
She decided to take a little nap
In a very soft bush

The turtle however,
I continued,
Slow,
Very slow,
But with a firm and sure step
Very safe

The hare woke up,
And She saw that the turtle had not yet come.
So She decided to take a walk around the mountain
Visit the neighboring town

She told it to the four winds
That had such an advantage
That She could afford to do
What She did
Whatever She wanted,
By the way

And the turtle however.
kept going,
Slow,
Very slow
But with a firm and sure step,
Very safe

The hare,
Met many people
In the next town,
They applauded her,
They cheered her on

She went from one house to another,
They gave him beer and wine
And they celebrated
And they danced
And they sang

And in one of those houses
A stranger offered him
An adulterated substance
A substance
What made him see
His own split self
And that hollow and empty life that She saw
Was really the life
That the hare led
But that,
He didn't care
She just wanted more
Of that adulterated substance

And so,

The days passed,

From house to house,
From party to party
From town to town
The advantage was so great...

And the turtle nevertheless
He continued,
Slow,
Very slow
But with a firm and sure step,
Very safe.

The hare woke up one day,
Lying on the edge of a wealthy house
I didn't really know what I was doing there.
Nor how She had arrived
And had a lagoon
Which was more like a swamp

And her head
About to explode
Like a pressure cooker that is not properly closed
Stuck
Like a strangled hose
She only heard noises
Murmurs
Voices
And the discomfort
Only increased

The hare thought,
What a party he had had,
She stood up
And he went home
To rest
To sleep

Tomorrow would be another day
To continue celebrating
Although She no longer knew very well what

The race?
What race?

That goal,
It was already very blurry.
So much,
That She didn't even remember anymore

And the turtle however.
It continued,
Slow,
Very slow
But with a firm and sure step,
Very safe.

And the days passed,
And the years passed

And the turtle continued
And it continued
No matter what
Nor anyone

Slow,
Very slow

So slow

That never arrived
And on the way it perished

And the race,
Was declared deserted

END

I like this fable
It seems more real to me
And it has its moral
Of course,
But it won't be me
Whoever tells you

They say out there,
That excess is that bad
As the defect
Of anything

They say out there,
That what has to be will be,
and what has to come will come

Although I believe,
That this maxim
It exempts us from responsibility
And I don't like it at all

And there they also say,
To conclude,
That if you don't make things happen
They will never happen

You can draw your own conclusions
That's what it's for
This is the story

Big hug!

Here,
There is a bit of hare
And a bit of tortoise
The proportion,
You choose it

 

THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE
“This is not the original story,
This is the true story”

This fable,
It is written by Aquiles Gutierrez
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And you can also read some more

Apart from seeing,
Other things I do
While I think about these stories

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