that angle of time and dream created by Juan Antonio González
Iglesias, our dark ships left day one day in search of the
columns that Heracles erected in the extreme end of the Earth.
For months we sailed without heading due to the winds, making
scale in the strangest places, but in none of them we find the
hero's civilization marks. The spirit of the crew was declining and
many men, lost all hope, abandoned the enterprise
return home was sad and painful, our eyes had admired the most
beautiful works made by men, but they had also been witness of the
true human condition: the barbarism and the destruction.
Our mission had failed, the search had been useless.
Exhausted, shrunk and heart-stricken the expedition disintegrated,
and a silence pact was imposed on the memory.
today, missing all those that accompanied me in the zeal, I dare to
break the imaginary votes that united us in life to show some of the
chimeric columns in wich we believed and in wich we want to find our
In those euphoric years we could not even imagine that the
man's only limit is the believes in fear.