DOWNHILL

To lose is the most noble gesture in life.
But let's not kid ourselves. Only he who had, loses.
To lose is for that reason winning twice. The disdain
of now and the dazzling flattery of before.
To accept destitution after gold. To take pleasure
in being a nobody, having been rich. Getting rid of everything.
To taste the mud with a prince's palate.
(Sterile artists or exiled kings).
But the real loser is not the one who looks for it,
but the one who accpts —truly— his destiny.
Shows off what is not his. And alcoholic
and prematurely gray is in debt like the young lords
of century ago. From buying diamonds and horses...
The loser doesn't want to know about all he would have loved
(he already has signed that book with ennui).
To lose is to be another and to be the same. And to live
at the end the rending tear of the flesh that ennobles
and defiles. To lose is the ultimate act of dandyism.