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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