Night after night, <br />their strength and arrogance grow, <br />the horror closing the horizon, <br />the true nature of the sword. <br /> <br />I entered a new labyrinth. <br />I saw the new gods, <br />how their enemies died <br />in the desert, <br />far from stupid gardens, <br />on the sand, <br />among the rocks. <br /> <br />I remain staring at the smoke. <br /> <br />To Julio Martínez Mesanza<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/8-stupid-gardens/
