Nothing ever lasts forever
I died In Santiago on 9/11/1973. And I woke up in Venice on 28/05/2013.
This is the truth and nothing but the truth. Everything is so strange.
I remember my last moment, I was scared, all these soldiers, that was the last thing I saw. I said your name and I died.
And this morning I was here, in Venice, under this very balcony.
I have been wondering how I got here, for 5 hours.
Now I know, because it is raining. I am here because I dreamed about it one day. I dreamed I was in Venice and it was raining.
I came here because I did not want to think about you anymore. It doesn’t work.
When I opened my eyes, my mouth immediately answered, whispering your name. You are everywhere.
People have long hair and beards like me. It is raining but it’s hot.
I understand that I died 40 years ago. My knees know it.
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I do just like the long-hair kids, I go and take the Vaporetto. No planes in the sky.
There were lots of them on my last day in Santiago.
I am not scared anymore. I am not scared anymore.
The Vaporetto arrives at Fondamenta Nuove station.
Now the rain is tropical. Now I am running, like I ran on September 11th. Faster than the kids.
There is a theater on my left, the door is open. Somebody says “welcome to rebuilding utopia.” I try to see who said that.
Then I saw you, Libertad. I understood again that you would never be mine alone.
The people who run with me from the Vaporetto are dead. Not one of them can run faster than a bullet. They all smell of death, like this city.
It’s raining on Venice and I wish I was back in 1973.
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