When I was a teenager I had a controversy with my friends and our the Biology teacher. They said once the paper is destroyed, writtings are missed forever. Meanwhile, I defended even when the paper rots or burns, poetry will survive ever because it’s written on our souls.
Today I finished to read civil engineer José Antonio Fernandez Ordóñez‘ speech in his joining to the Fine Arts Academy of San Fernando. He finished with this paragraph:
“…don’t deceive ourselves, only the work of poets is really everlasting. When there’ll only be ruins of the most beautiful bridges in the world, Mozart’s music will remain so wonderful and new like the first day of its conception…”
So now I think I won that debate 