By the shores of the Nile, a jackal was walking under the sun.
In his mind, an indistinct reflection started growing.
Colder.
He started thinking about the animal condition of mutability and extinction.
This sensation we the humans have sometimes about the peremptory deadline that serves as great divide between life and death and about the time: time and the finite condition of the existence under.
The sun.
The sun.
The sun was watching the jackal roaming his anguished and thin shadow along the dried soil, shadow that was enlarged ad absurdum by means of himself, the sun: it was the agonic and long evening of July: in Egypt, the jackals of July are exhausted.
Even July itself is exhausted in July.
He (the sun) saw the jackal weighing his dreams without destiny, asking to himself about the meaning of the fate, and about what the fate had reserved for him: a jackal, a humble creature.
The jackal took a look at the sun: the sun got surprised: the jackals don’t stare directly at the sun.
But he (the jackal) was weighing his dreams without destiny: in a rush of blood and tears to his eyes, the jackal finally asked:
In his mind, an indistinct reflection started growing.
Colder.
He started thinking about the animal condition of mutability and extinction.
This sensation we the humans have sometimes about the peremptory deadline that serves as great divide between life and death and about the time: time and the finite condition of the existence under.
The sun.
The sun.
The sun was watching the jackal roaming his anguished and thin shadow along the dried soil, shadow that was enlarged ad absurdum by means of himself, the sun: it was the agonic and long evening of July: in Egypt, the jackals of July are exhausted.
Even July itself is exhausted in July.
He (the sun) saw the jackal weighing his dreams without destiny, asking to himself about the meaning of the fate, and about what the fate had reserved for him: a jackal, a humble creature.
The jackal took a look at the sun: the sun got surprised: the jackals don’t stare directly at the sun.
But he (the jackal) was weighing his dreams without destiny: in a rush of blood and tears to his eyes, the jackal finally asked:
- "And you ¿what does remain for you, sun? Won’t you ever get fed up of yourself and explode some day? Don’t you ever know that even you will die?"
The sun stayed beholding to that little animal from his astronomical heights, with a mixed sensation of horror and amazement.
The sun could not stop his parabola, though; and amazed, was disappearing slowly, as usual, behind the horizon line, that horizon line that, for the ancient Egyptians, separated their rich and loved homeland from the unknown and barbaric west.
The sun stayed beholding to that little animal from his astronomical heights, with a mixed sensation of horror and amazement.
The sun could not stop his parabola, though; and amazed, was disappearing slowly, as usual, behind the horizon line, that horizon line that, for the ancient Egyptians, separated their rich and loved homeland from the unknown and barbaric west.
"And the sun and the west, both were one".
And the jackal and the shadows were one, both, too: disappeared.
And the sun was the jackal, and the shadows, and himself; and in himself disappeared.
Slowly, as usual.
.
And the jackal and the shadows were one, both, too: disappeared.
And the sun was the jackal, and the shadows, and himself; and in himself disappeared.
Slowly, as usual.
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