NEITHER TIPPERARY NOR IXTLAN

.. man was made from a handful of mud and water. Why a woman should not be made of dew, steam and lightning from the condensed residues of a rainbow? Where does possibilities inhabit?…Where does unfeasibilities? (Jacques Cazotte: The devil in love, 1772)


Rainbows are bridges from earth to heaven, which will collapse at the end of the worlds, when the devil crosses them riding a horse.

Proud, freedom, knowledge. We have to pay for everything, either at the beginning or at the end. We have to pay for bravery, too. A great amount of courage is needed to confront God and we develop a lot of tricks to avoid being put face to face with Him. Because we do not have the courage of desperation.

But once upon a time we had a master. We followed Him to his fall, we workers, messengers, servers by office and vocation. Many of us did not examine if it was a question of making choice between slavery and liberty, a question of being on the side of the Creator or on the side of man. Because it was our duty, because of our loyalty, we followed Him who carries the light in his forehead in rebellion and in defeat.

Today we stay not surrendered on this earth to which we fell. Knights without horses in our empty castles, but open-mind fallen angels, we set tramps for the modern slavery servants: religion yesterday, capitalism today. We do it with great effort and content and so we can veil our intimate knowledge of that all the war is fated once more to defeat. And we remain dispersed on the face of the earth, looking for the word of the master that allows us to return home.

And so I am, paying my quota. Each one of us pushes his own stone. The devil is not more than the pain of God, the anger of a dictator lost in His own dream. The breathless dancing of angels for which the music is but oblivion.

I fought for twelve days and twelve nights giving no quarter and having no hope. I reculed without turning back, among comrades that also fell from above. Hoarsely crying in my courage, my fear, my fatigue. After the battle I found myself walking on a solitary swamp, as alone as cold is eternity. And when I close my eyes I always see Her smiling face as if it were for the very first time.