Digging The Tomb
(Revista Al Frente - Héctor Massat)
Everything is dark I am put to think/everything is silence in beyond/not if I will be able to laugh and to cry/no matter how hard I think not that there will be there/I dig my tomb, I do not have to shake/because I beyond have the passage towards? the Every day who happen am digging the tomb and not the one of the neighbor, but ours, but that does not have to put to us obituary, simply to interpret the life from a realistic optics. That it is not taken either like badly an omen, far from it like a vindication of the ?scythe?, is a metaphor, to take with the good humor the passage of time. To size it is adding years the human being, according to my criterion, his humor must be finer then is not due to take like a drama our physical disappearance from this one world, simply is the end of the life. Many dramatize on it because nobody has returned to tell that it happens in him to beyond and the uncertainty is exaggerated, day to day. Or they see each ?teacher with its booklet?, is question of faith or beliefs. What I mean with ?digging the tomb?, is that the human beings we must go little by little preparing us for that moment and making things good to extend after our definitive distance. Ever since he was a boy listens to say to the greater ones than a man to have fulfilled his mission terrenal must have a son, plant a tree and write a book, and in that I create, all we agree because of that way one remains in the memory of the dear beings and according to his work it will be remembered or or badly, although by the second, no matter how hard they insist, I spread in its drawer, does not admit book of complaints
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