Tag: Literature
Letter to Eric
by Bruno Di Tillo
Are a man’s last words the ones he’ll be remembered with? Is this the meaning of life, to reach that climactic point where he’ll mutter those last defiant syllables and then enter the darkness of the senses? I’m now bedded, my body is leaving this rail, but my mind still hasn’t found peace. With great difficulty I’m keeping this dictum from entering those realms that only souls will grasp. How are you? How are the kids? How will you be going on? And although you’re in the room next to mine, trying to desperately convince the medics to try one more time their faithless procedures on my mangled entrails, I’m becoming more distant with every breath you take. I feel beautiful, I am happy. For this wretched realm that has meant so much to my undying corpse has finally a way to reach the indefinite. This is death, in a way, meaningless and savage. Death is that entity that democracies, politics, communism, fascism, and all the constructions by man have tried to replicate in their existence. Continue reading “Letter to Eric”