N° 3
My Archive: CinerisImages are fragments, and fragments they will become —
for through the fangs of the machine
they will turn into unintelligible particles, one from the other,
managing to escape what until now
has been a vicious circle,
rising in a spiral that carries
the pulse of inevitable transformation.
The ashes gather,
forming a mass, a blank slate,
freed from the burden
of endless waiting.
Its metamorphosis,
a symbolic mausoleum,
pays eternal homage
to life and its finitude.