La crueldad de abril

An absurd, senseless crime, of tertiary importance (or at most secondary, depending on the quota of 'good conscience' for the day), at least that is the most the news that a pair of vagrants have died in a fire in a small city could hope to be. A story about the sordid nature of the human soul. A hard, unrelenting story, in which there is no room for redemption (do we ever find it in the world around us, unfit for sensitive souls?). A devastating tale of corruption in our society, in daily life, yours and mine, not those of that elite class of politicians, businessmen, investors... the scapegoats we normally choose to sooth our consciences ... 'the heartless', as if we had hearts ourselves. And yet a surprising and disturbing lyricism runs through this text, helping create an uncomfortable yet exciting and moving story.