DEAD READINGS
Books in libraries, books in urns,
closed books, cancelled pages.
The death of words,
those invisible books,
even if they can be seen.
No one will read them,
embalmed books,
words lost behind glass,
doors shut to their reading, killed.
Libraries that only keep the shells of the past,
stories, words, thoughts no one reads,
treasures so well guarded they have died
without anyone ever reading them again.
Armored books,
for nothing.
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LECTURAS MUERTAS
Libros en bibliotecas, libros en urnas,
libros cerrados, páginas canceladas.
La muerte de las palabras,
esos libros invisibles,
aunque se vean.
Nadie los leerá,
libros embalsamados,
palabras perdidas entre cristales,
puertas cerradas a su lectura, matados.
Bibliotecas que solo guardan carcasas del pasado,
historias, palabras, pensamientos que nadie lee,
tesoros tan guardados que han muerto
sin que nadie los vuelva a leer.
Libros acorazados,
para nada.
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España
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments2
A lament for the big change which has meant the loss of books as our main source of knowledge. Even I, once an avid reader, find myself with what was once reading time now PC time.
A really relevant observation of our world as it exists today.
There was a tangible feel to a book that rested heavy in the hand and could be carried everywhere. It took up space on a shelf and announced the interests and thought level of the owner. Now all is invisible and intangible it could all evaporate in an instant of a solar flash. Well written Carlos
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