The Last Defeat - La última derrota
The last defeat He was on his way back from the crusades. A deep wound had deformed his face forever. Even in the worst moments of the struggle, his heart and mind had always been far from the battlefield, in the distant lands where he was born, in the white estancias where he had lived his childhood and adolescence. But much deeper than the enormous scar, had been the tragic experience of recent months. The bloody clashes and the constant presence of death had changed his soul. Heaven had closed its doors to him, and in the deep nights sleepless he could no longer compose those sweet stanzas accompanied by the ancient stringed instrument his grandfather had given him. Smell of blood, sweat and feces. Ancestral rhythms. Heartbeats was hitting the temples, dry throat, and deafening wails and screams bathing his senses. That was the only thing left after all. A Muslim? A Christian? It doesn't matter. A human being facing his fate and lives his last defeat. La últ...