Literary Text about the Stars

Literary Text about the Stars

The day the stars go out

It will be a terrible day, although still distant, the day when the stars go out. It will start small, one bright spot at a time, the blackness of the sky spreading, like the inkwell spilled by a child reluctantly doing his homework. Those of us who see it, incredulous, will find different explanations, some more elaborate, others bordering on the religious because no one will want to face the cold and dark universe that is coming.

Others, on the other hand, will despair. They will say that existing no longer makes sense, that from now on life will be like walking blindly in a huge cave, with no hope of ever seeing the sun again. And others, on the other hand, will break their brains in search of a solution. They will cling to the hope that reason will triumph until the last minute, wherever reason will nature fails or is simply cruel and indifferent to the fate of those who they still exist. But even they, our brightest and boldest brains, will have to resign themselves, put aside their instruments and computer screens, and face the infinite spectacle of lights fading forever.

It will be a terrible day, although full of resignations, the day when the stars go out. We will understand that there was nothing awaiting our arrival at the end of time, that there was no Arcadia or paradise to return to, and no technological salvation at the hands of the gods of cable and steel. We will sigh in unison, understanding that it did not take so much struggle, so much effort, so much hostility sustained for centuries, and that existing was in itself paradise.

We will regret the time wasted in hating each other, in turning the neighbor to our religion, in debating the profound truth of a universe that, already at that time, was turning off. And we will reach, one by one, the same tasteless conclusion: that it was good while it lasted, that it was beautiful, that in the end it was enough to sharpen the sight and the hearing, because the world in its splendor was what it was and that everything is ending. And it will be enough for us to feel the trembling hand of our brothers in the darkness.

It will be a terrible day, but liberating, the day when the stars go out. There will be no wars, no disputes, no heated political or financial discussions. All those matters will have lost their meaning and we will be free from them, for the first time in who knows how long. No one will remember in the final moments of darkness the interest earned on an investment portfolio, nor the applause of the public at the end of the speech before Congress, or anything other than the glow of that childhood bonfire in which a brother or cousin played a sad and sad melody on the guitar. deep. The shy smell of apples from the mother's kitchen lost in memory. The excited shake of a first kiss given to the wrong person. And the flowers and clouds and the bites of a dog in childhood will make sense again, and the outstretched arms of that couple to whom we deny a last hug. Everything will make sense in the only light of memory.

It will be a terrible day, but eternal, the day when the stars go out. And soon there will be no one there to see it, and nothing to see but the pendulum swing of a distant force, igniting everything in its path like a mighty hurricane. And new roses of fire will be born when no one is looking at them, and wet rocks spinning around them will boil with new life and with new eyes directed towards space, populated by new fireflies, new promises of an end coming. Until one day, even more distant, the stars begin to fade again.

References:

• "Types of texts" in Wikipedia.
• "Recognize in a literary text the characteristic elements that give it meaning" in the ITEN Teacher Resource Center of the Organization of American States (OAS).

What is a literary text?

A literary text is a type of writing that goes beyond the mere fact of communicating an idea or meaning and that commitment, therefore, to provide the reader with an aesthetic experience, that is, an experience of the beauty. This means that a literary text gives great importance not only to what it says, but to how it says it and the plurality of meanings that it can express through the appropriate words.

Literary texts have been part of the artistic tradition of humanity since ancient times, that is, of the literature, and are organized into large groups known as genres, which have more or less common basic features. At present, literary genres are the poetry, the narrative (the story, the novel, the chronicle) and dramaturgy (that is, theatrical texts).

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