Ambiguous oracles we anxiously sought
by a Pythia drugged the mouth.
Choosing the best version of them
we accepted and set off for a race
who seemed honest.
For a fair race that grandees were exclaiming.
For an Ithaca dressed in white.
For a barking vision that called
to take his responsibility.
We obeyed the call of Sirens
and we moved forward with a sun held in our teeth.
We have reached a place of horror.
Deadly silence everywhere.
Disappointment like never before.
Cheating like never before.
All around us felled trees
some statues with mutilated limbs
a dove caught sparring
and the carcass of a boat with broken oars.
With a chimera hanging around his neck
souvenir of a march- completely predestined
we became the extras of a project
with a tragic finale, remaining steadfast in our struggle for the purpose.