“The day that non one can forget”

The desert of sadness and memories that for everyone is quite difficult to bury and go on, go on after the claiming of nature for its place, something like “we human are the problem;” for the first time as human could record, nature has assumed an active and precise actions, for the first time no one was spared for just being rich or having a “clean” curriculum. For centuries, humankind was able to live with nature, or nature could respect it as an existence; perhaps, we have never really existed and one day nature asked back the space we have been occupying. ‘The day that non one can forget’; freaks of “nature”, existences of god without the right to exist in peace, in harmony with what one has we used to call ‘home’. The bodies that one day walked on earth today is deposit of organic matter; today they return to earth what has been used for all those long days; now we finally close the loop of the sustainable chain, the so proclaimed close cycle of existence of atoms, of matter. The machines that can actually defy nature by reversing entropy now nothing can do; but except and hope, pure hope, fragile hope, that we have learnt something, something that can the professor. Perhaps, god has prepared a special place for those, those, whose legs no more sustain a body; those that now redecorate a list of dead ones, a list that no one could record, for not having paper enough paper, enough computer memory, enough human power.