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The night out

I had a dream today about my friend Maria “la loca”, we were out partying like we used to do when I lived in Spain. And just today, after I woke up, she sent me a message when I hadn’t heard from her for a long time.


To the depts. below I stumble and fall,
To the endless abyss that they call eternity,
To the oblivion of the unremembered.

The unescapable fate of my own humanity haunts me,
The feared enemy has become an old friend,
In terror and ecstasy I submit to Death.

In death and oblivion, in the nothingness . . . Does it matter?