The Tower Journal

Tomas S. Hidalgo

A Cell Phone Rings in Paseo de la Castellana

I sit on a terrace;
I'm drinking gin,
I´m alone.
I get ideas
(in billions),
about the past,
about the present,
about the future,
that I jot down
in my diary,
as well as
some occasional disquisition
I have not come
to put down on paper,
such like
Should Business Schools
teach ethics?,
Was the Riemann hypothesis true?
not distributed
Why doesn´t 1955 seem so distant nowadays,
whilst 1895 sounded, then, like Middle Ages?,
Why doesn´t nature
build square shapes?,
Is there an official register of glaciers
and a supranational legislation
to protect them?,
Can we consider Spain
a no-one-correspondence,
artificial concept?,
Is it really wiser studying BBA
than studying Fine Arts?,
When is he a slave:
or before the mandatory
to choose?,
or Is there at this very moment
someone thinking of me?
My former wife calls me,
and this time we talk, yes,
about drugs,
and bulls:
we say goodbye raising our voices
(Breaking up is breathing again):
it´s on you.

Copyright © 2016 Tomas S. Hidalgo

Tomas S.  Hidalgo  holds a BBA (Universidad Autónoma de Madrid), a MBA (IE Business School), a MA in Creative Writing (Hotel Kafka) and a Certificate in Management and the Arts (New York University). His works have been published in magazines in USA, Canada, UK, Germany, South Africa, India and Australia, and he has been the winner of prizes like Criaturas feroces (Editorial Destino) in short story and a finalist at Festival Eñe in novel. He has developed his career in finance and stock-market.

The Tower Journal
Winter  2016