The desert of sadness
and memories that for everyone is quite difficult to bury and go on, go on
after the claiming of nature for its place, something like “we human are the
problem;” for the first time as human could record, nature has assumed an
active and precise actions, for the first time no one was spared for just being
rich or having a “clean” curriculum. For centuries, humankind was able to live
with nature, or nature could respect it as an existence; perhaps, we have never
really existed and one day nature asked back the space we have been occupying. ‘The day that non one can forget’; freaks
of “nature”, existences of god without the right to exist in peace, in harmony
with what one has we used to call ‘home’. The bodies that one day walked on
earth today is deposit of organic matter; today they return to earth what has
been used for all those long days; now we finally close the loop of the
sustainable chain, the so proclaimed close cycle of existence of atoms, of
matter. The machines that can actually defy nature by reversing entropy now
nothing can do; but except and hope, pure hope, fragile hope, that we have
learnt something, something that can the professor. Perhaps, god has prepared a
special place for those, those, whose legs no more sustain a body; those that
now redecorate a list of dead ones, a list that no one could record, for not
having paper enough paper, enough computer memory, enough human power.