Fears by Luis Benitez Ah the terrors that visit us by night that do not hide from daytime those not inspired by greatness no unknown continent trodden just                               on the border nor a loyal foe openly searched on a fence or the amazing eclipse that leaves noon                                            in shadow or a terrible Lord of Armies in deserts burnt by the sun of adventurous                                                       peoples ah  fears   the little fears of little                                             men not fears the little fears that were in their manner                                      the honour of an animal naked in the enormous extension of things that                                                    had no name no to being alone and standing between an immense field and an immense sky no to the shadow decorated by phosphorescent eyes to death by night between the teeth of the most beautiful animal on earth a death of man no, to the fall propitiated by thunderbolt to torrent   the avalanche  the fire of the earth or to the other fire promised under the earth ah  the fears not created by a terrible god out of the forest nor a medieval relative with his retinue of witches                                         and fetuses no, the cold sweat face to face sword against                                                             sword arrow against winchester dart against spear death has changed the words it isn't the certainty of a burning rain or the forecast an insect takes among roots finally also a good cause like the old plague ah the fears you know and that  are mine exactly those do not hide under the bed   do not need the cracking of wood the howl of                                                                       anything haunt our dreams with faces and notes they sleep and walk with us drink   nourish  always return. Luis Benitez Argentina >> Staff Author <<