A game
Losing a game of chess
by two hundredths of second,
have a slight boding of death
by that defeat, fear the misery,
to the public ignominy.
Being the humiliated opponent.
Being the other,
One who always we feared,
the great loser,
even if it means being death.
To understand each other better,
to understand each other humanly,
we must take off our eyes
to see clearly our defeats
and our true face.
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