LAST REQUIEM OF THURSDAY

“Eternity is one of the rare virtues of the literature”

.

Adolfo Bioy Casares

Last Requiem of Thursday

In the attempt of an infinite man,

Toward a city of heretics

verses appeared from

songs that nobody sings.

Last Requiem of Thursday

And the tragic feeling

of a hot highway

on the way to the south

massacred by the mob of the temple.

Except the twilight

nobody runs through your footprints

Lose control of our lives,

Our dreams, ourselves,

get rid of the ideal

deeper meaningful life

for the unsettling feeling

of the boat, adrift.

Last Requiem of Thursday

JAVIER MIRO/GUSTAVO SALA