Tired of navigating uncertain paths, he slowly strikes the
soul and takes a deep breath to endure the mystery of death. Very slowly it
breaks away the sweat of dreams. The ether splashes the room and flutters
tremulously the environment caressing the universe that beats its stars between
explosions of atoms and traveling lights. Quickly drains the sip of life eager
to meet its destination after a hectic past. He haggles over the little that
remains of his own, ready to indulge his feelings on the shore of the stars.
This urges him towards the future without pause, leading him to look at his
image in the reflection of the shower of stars that move in rhythm towards
infinity. It is seen in another time without future or space. Cultivate the
land with the dew of tears shed on beards weary from the rigor of yesteryear.
It is progressively repeated in diffuse instants, as if death were the one
suffering on the carriage of life. It has never been the same throughout
history. His image goes into eternity covered with different faces and
different customs. Sadness overwhelms him again and predicts the death that
comes amid the laughter of his accomplices as one life withers, while another
germinates. In return, we enjoy seeing him lying on the sidewalks of the
streets with his straw hat and threadbare clothes, perhaps tired of living what
others began to do. We see him smelling of the gunpowder that his body will
consume when we embrace and celebrate his final premonitory. He eagerly awaits
the farewell, proud to be in all hearts amidst the blissful looks of the kisses
and hugs, and the toasts to the year that will give birth to a new future
during the crazy running of time on the calendar. Then it explodes in
thunderous sounds and beams of multicolored lights between the celebration of
men and women celebrating the end of one, and the beginning of another. The old
man manages to cough his last breath. His memory is scarcely engraved on us as
we learn to live in a moment the endless passage of the universe.