A Usted

To you who runs after success, executive from a movie, aggressive and energetic man with political ambitions. To you who is a practical man and lives in a central apartment, watering plastic flowers and keeping an eye on the phone. To you who knows about numbers and appears on more than one payroll, who is already a complete lunatic with a solid position. Wouldn't you like not to go to work tomorrow and not ask anyone for excuses, to play the game you play best and like the most...? Wouldn't you like to be able to give up all your belongings, and gain the freedom and time you waste defending them...? Wouldn't you like to stop ordering others around, to demand that no one orders you around in the slightest...? Wouldn't you like perhaps, to overcome temptation by fully succumbing to its arms...? Before they give their condolences to your loved ones, in tears, for your irreparable loss and file it under a tombstone. Wouldn't you like not to go to work tomorrow and not ask anyone for excuses, to play the game you play best and like the most...? Wouldn't you like to be able to give up all your belongings, and gain the freedom and time you waste defending them...? Wouldn't you like to stop ordering others around, to demand that no one orders you around in the slightest...? Wouldn't you like perhaps, to overcome temptation by fully succumbing to its arms...?