INCOMPLETE SILENCE . What an incomplete silence among so many sounds! Now, and only now, they are trying to tell us that they loved and they forgot, and always remained far from any final truth. Love is an unredeemable debt contracted in the dark and only death can free the debtors from default.
Everything will reach its end in an ocean of shadows. The dead also cease, after so many tears, and masses sung and notices in the daily newspapers. We are born to evaporate, after having been water lapping at the boatyard launching ramp. We are born to say our name to the wind.
Our bodies crawled to the entrance of the cave. But where were our souls at that moment of ecstasy and bondage? They were hidden like bats, sleeping, as placid as placentas.