C'EST LA GUERRE. (7)

... todas hieren, la última, mata... All the hours wound, the last hour kills ... I remind of this Quevedo´s verse in his terrifying pessimism, talking about the daylight hours, the hours of the life ... (the hours) that all hurt, the last kills us ...(1) Especially if we are at war ...and I have some wounds to the abdomen, the abdomen, a body part not much given to the warrior´s epic but it also may serve to the ideal homeland, that it is ours one, because the real homeland belongs exclusively to the Neanderthal men which are no more than Cro-Magnon men not evolutionary (?) So given the global political-religious class today, it is wrong to vote them (It is stupid) or that they be fascist. And they are.


One powerful shell found its way into my bunker. His whistle almost paralyzed me with terror and I could swear it was whistling the tune of  the movie "a Few Dollars More". Even I thought in Ennio Morricone its composer... also that my death was near,... that the missiles ballistics have its weird stuff... I threw me in a very fast to ground, with such bad luck that my landing ended in the bunker´s corner where we threw the consumed and empty bottles of whiskey and other elixirs.
 When we are consistently boosted, we throw the bottles strongly against the steel-vanadium wall; we keep always the glasses since can be used to drink. So I took land with great noise on a pile of broken glass and bottlenecks. Shortly after I opened my eyes and I saw nothing as everything was under the influence of the explosion. I felt no pain at first, nor I heard anything. But my ears were whistling but it was no melody, but rather a continuous note, that possibly was not even an "A", the note we can hear always before the start of any concert.

Soon I noticed the coldness of my blood on my skin in my curved abdomen and my thorax, and it is logical that my blood was cold since my prone position was like the one of a reptile ... I think the war is not much evolutionary since it forces us to crawl on glass ...

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(1) Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat. Actually this is a classic Latin adapted by Quevedo. As Renaissance author, Quevedo did many Latin versions of classical thought in the form of sonnets in Castilian considered authentic recreations of ancient authors.

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I receive in my palace of glass and ice to the representatives of Odyssey, which are in my opinion as the emblem of what is happening around the world today. They are young people, with culture, technology and spirit of adventure and moreover they have also had luck after work... but they have found that Spain claimed for his ownership of more than 500,000 gold and silver coins that Odyssey people have taken from Spanish galleons sunk by storms or piracy (or "self-power"). Back in the sixteenth century. Not only is that Spain is demanding it (we're used to the Spanish or Russian bloody antics) but in the U.S., someone is echoing the Spanish claim (probably via Opus Dei) and it seems that the conquerors of today, will have to deliver the "treasure" to the conquerors of yesterday.

Undoubtedly England enacted laws to the sea that Spain seems to ridicule these laws, anyway. Spain has even invented an "underwater heritage" as a subject of legal right. I wish this damn people go to enjoy this heritage, back to the seabed. It may also find "aerial heritage" ...

This is the emblem of this world today: life, intelligence, human being, is accountable to scab, to darkness, to which is a tribute to the "Neanderthal", unaffordable attitude for human life in freedom and rationality .

I have given orders to "submarine packs" patrol the area and let through only the Odyssey people.

Otherwise I have issued a binding directive by which, our army, will not do prisoners under any circumstances, indefinitely.

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