Espinazo del diablo

With a stroke a of luck (and inspiration), I found something I've been searching for. Some lines and quotes from Devil's Backbone. Especially this one.

What is a ghost? A tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? An instant
of pain, perhaps. Something dead which still seems to be alive. An emotion
suspended in time. Like a blurred photograph. Like an insect trapped in amber.

And also a poem (translated)

In Memoriam

Stay by my side as my light grows dim

As my blood slows down and my nerves shatter with stabbing pain

As my heart grows weak

And the wheels of my being turn slowly

Stay by my side

As my fragile body is racked by pain

Which verges on truth

And manic time

Continue scattering dust

And furious life bursts out in flames.

Stay by my side

As I fade

So you can point to the end of my struggle

And the twilight of eternal days

At the low, dark edge of life

-Alfred Lord Tennyson (Verse L.)