In search of the perfect chess mate
Embedding new rules in a new arrangement and having a new strategy
The white king is driving the opposing king to the wrong corner, for being controlled by the bishop.
The white king is very rich.
He takes seemingly worthless properties from his own people
And turns them into his own properties,
Defending a system which has enslaved and still exploits.
And he gladly tries to see himself as a great hero, thinking how smart and clever he is,
Because he can encounter the Dark Essence.
His citizens become blind and very poor...
The black king has the power, he has respect for the private property
And rights of people to freely acquire and use property..
In his kingdom there are people who are rich and there are people who are very rich..
But the black king is blind...
The bihop gets greedy, day by day, because his two cards are identical,
And he may split the cards into two hands,
And his two hands can be played out independently.
He tries to hide himself, because he is paid to do this....
He has a lot of knights, very good fighters, but they are fighting for nothing...
The white is still trying his perfect chess mate.....
I think that he is trying to force matters too much in the match...
But he can win, because the chess is a sport which is really picking up momentum.....
You can see that the chess can become an easy game,
And the last thing to check before you move up and down is to see if you know its secrets,
And if you can highlight key issues in the movement strategy,
Because the movements do not adequately inser themselves in the universal rules...
The movements are set in real places, and sometimes include real events as well as imaginary ones
Like that twilling zone, which is capable to move itself in a stealthy or secret manner...
And you must have an infinity of ideas.... when something can be dissolved, it can be reconstructed into complex formulas...
If you have courage to play no-limit, you can play no-limit...
If you have no courage to play, then don't play...
Who cares?
In fact, it is the same bleeding atmosphere for all
And the same moribund Earth...
poem by Marieta Maglas
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