Breathe
By Soledad Durazo
It is known that in Ancient Rome when a general returned with the victory and therefore paraded through the streets to receive the recognition and reverence of the people, he was accompanied by someone who reminded him that he was a human being, that someday he would die; that the moment of glory is sometimes ephemeral as is life itself; that although the circumstances crowned his triumphs that moment would pass, it would not be eternal and that as a man he was doomed to die at some point.
And, without a doubt, that was the most opportune event to remind him of it because the paraphernalia of the party, the laurel wreath on his head, the characteristic toga for the occasion, the carriage that drove him and the cheers he received, undoubtedly made him feel on Olympus, touched by the gods and even feel like a God.
