Scripta Volant
Let the sinless cast the first stone.
Whoever never thought
that the flying beings fly and land,
as if frightened, on the writings
searching how to find a place
to hide, so that they’ll endure time
like all which remain eternal
forever.
They are naive beings
what can they think of?
Yet, these immortals, here,
don’t they know
how long does an eternity last?
And they rejoice
incising their little names deep
in the most precious
touchstone of all:
Oblivion.
Libros Libertad 