In Hell

The prisoner has arrived to Hell, and in the entrance, there’s the Dante’s announcement lacking of some words: “whoever that enters to this place, must leave any hope behind”. He walks penitently carrying heavy chains making metallic sounds which disappear where the narrow path of light ends, where the celestial being is taking him. He’s well dressed, like for a feast, he’s walking to his room accompanied by a chorus of voices that, from the shadows, acclaims him and warns him in a way of greeting, saying “Bienvenu à l’enfer”.

The prisoner is locked in his bird cage room. There, feathers come out of his body and the voices shut at the sound of the symphonies of the silent sorrows. The darkness and the soft lights of the night converge, just like the enemy feelings do in the infinite. Loneliness has split his heart into pieces, thousands of them, like petals in a rose. With eyes full of tears and with the soul full of fear, the prisoner waits for the door to get open, and for the absolution of the unfair punishment that keeps him prisoner in this frozen Hell.

Spanish Version (Versión en Español): http://xndrblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/en-el-infierno.html