
Daring
The man with the thick eyeglasses and the gigantic moustache dared his creator and challenged his claim over the sickly thin body, an auspicious gift could return to its maker at any time; death never took hold of his undying soul and creative pneuma, the man sitting at the end of the dining room, of whom the other patrons of the humble pension hashed words of wonder and awe, who could have done it or other wondering phrases people say before the superhuman mind, the Übermensch of his creator, who dared challenge his maker and who reached the ultimate step of the abyss and dared it too, the man who each time the hammer struck him the echo of his unyielding strength reciprocated with a thud more deafening than the first, the man who stood upon the human greatness and made it stronger and more enduring, the man with the thick eyeglasses and the gigantic moustache sitting at the edge of the dining room and staring at the people eating or in the hallway, no need to look outside the window, his battle was always waged against his internal enemy, himself