As Days Passes
On my way home after doing battle with Portuguese
bureaucracy which is something out of Kafka where
laws oppose another and a simple process can go
on for twenty year; there was a halt in the traffic.
A funeral procession, somber faces, dark suits and
white blouses under summer sun. And when traffic
resumed people were driving slower than usual.
Thought of the notable scientist who claimed that
there was life after death. Of course he was vilified
by other scientist as they are trained not to believe
in what cannot be proven I´m cynical too his assertion
but have lived long enough not to depreciate
anyone´s opinions, only for the curious reason that
the kingdom of souls must be a crowded place.