The arrival of the spectre

And how many times we wanted to see beyond? To see and know clearly all those enigmatic facts that disturb us and puzzle us.
And how many theories we weaved around those case scenarios, how many meandering conjectures knitted by the bitter deliria of the doubt.

To penetrate the mystery of those blurry and elusive facts that probably we'll never know.

H. G. Oesterheld used to spend his evenings in front of that luminous silver screen, which was connected to the palpitations of the Earth and the frunces of the air

the device, I mean, it was laboriously built by himself during ten years-time:

cathodes, miel de caña, sulphur

all the love in the World, hojaldre, pixels

a sip of good luck, passion, disillusionment

and the cruel poesy of forgetting about myself for good. 





And it was an universal screen to see beyond -if possible-
and H. G. Oesterheld saw some little secret things on his sweet machine

but not many things
just some very, very few


and the screen was danelectro the screen, and green 
like the gold, green gold, pure it was



and it revealed everything that's allowed to be revealed by the perfect amour of the life and its soft equilibria.




Notwithstanding, in stormy nights or mornings -nights especially- the machine showed more

because its cathodal closer contraction created a strange entanglement and quantum decoherence

and this is how Oesterheld beheld beyond, things that -perhaps- he never wanted to know


because in stormy nights or mornings -nights especially- the machine showed more.



And this is how H. G. Oesterheld learned the dolor of the discovery, the triste view of the naked facts

the raw disappointment of a life that was cold.












Reasons unknow were given to me, while I still was on the Earth

"desconocidas razones", it's all I heard from those lips, in those times

when I still walked on the Earth





reasons unknow about that last day of H. G. Oesterheld

-2045, May 16, 6:55 PM-

and how the àngel of Borges imperfect came for him, blue, sans skin, pure intellect atrocious fury no eyes
from the speakers of the beholding machine, the voice of the arcàngel talked:

"We cannot get really separated, there's something that always will join us. Fatally.
It lingers on, remains the pain, you know it well, you can see it's beyond
beyond this life."

 


the nasal and automatic words sounded as Oesterheld beheld the arrival of the entity in the screen, and his own departure

in situ, in that, his last evening, in real time. In the flesh.





































That's all I heard from those lips, in those times. 
When I still was on the Earth.