La Infidelidad de La Era Informatica

That message that should not have been read
That button that should not have been pressed
That advice clumsily ignored
That space, it was a private space.

But he did not have and will not have the cold blood,
Nor the clear and calculating mind,
And even believing to know what he was getting into
He opened that Pandora's box one afternoon.

And the obsession
Decrypts the cryptic
Violates the magic
Defeats the machine;
And sooner or later
Nothing is secret
In the intricacies
Of informatics.

He read in bites in a clandestine lapse
Swallowing that pain that choked him,
Clearly feeling the risk, the folly
Of the slope he was sliding down.

And in three weeks that seemed like years
He lost the desire to sleep and five kilos,
And in jealousy flashbacks they still keep coming
The phrases he should never have read.

And in that spiral
Logic sleeps,
The atavistic finally
Awakens from rest;
And there is no password,
Prudence, nor pin,
That can withstand the onslaught
Of a jealous cracker.