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The lasting impression, the ones you live your life for. I never really had a father as much as I had a teacher. The story here is of one eventful evening in my living room.
A Game Of Chess
The glass pieces sprung from colored squares.
The images of archtype and hierarchy, standing high,
As if we value such things.
I move first, always the same.
Taking one of the pieces in my hand,
The warrior must be tired of such habit.
I remember his eyes,
intense and gripping.
He would never let me win.
I move to kill.
I move to attack,
Taking everything I can.
I never thought in games like these.
Always a matter of points,
That is what this game taught me.
Not all goals are a matter of this and that.
I will finish later I am going to spend time with my most preferred lady friend.
A Game Of Chess
The glass pieces sprung from colored squares.
The images of archtype and hierarchy, standing high,
As if we value such things.
I move first, always the same.
Taking one of the pieces in my hand,
The warrior must be tired of such habit.
I remember his eyes,
intense and gripping.
He would never let me win.
I move to kill.
I move to attack,
Taking everything I can.
I never thought in games like these.
Always a matter of points,
That is what this game taught me.
Not all goals are a matter of this and that.
I will finish later I am going to spend time with my most preferred lady friend.