REPETITIONS, SECOND SERIES
Reminder
Why you want to dig into these things? (why, who’s fault is it,
or whether it was this way or the other?)
you don’t find the end of it. Always the same. Remember
Pholus
the son of Silenus, that night with the vague moon, in
his cave,
after the slaughter, he stood alone, surprised and wondering
as he was pulling each arrow from the side of each dead, “how
such an insignificant thing could eliminate these beautiful
and big bodies” And, suddenly, the arrow fell off his hand,
pierced his foot and killed him.
And perhaps Hercules won’t be around to come for you and
bury you thus leaving your name tied to his name and with
his fourth deed, his most famous, the Erymanthian boar, and
have his image incised somewhere on an Attica vessel next to
the brainless Hero and the jar of Dionysus.
Libros Libertad 