Situs Inversus: El Corazón Que Desafió la Muerte

El Fusilado: La Historia de un Rebelde Resucitado

They called him dead, with rifles raised,
The smoke of fate, his end appraised.
Wenseslao stood, the rebel’s mark,
The guns took aim to still his heart.

A volley roared, and blood did bloom,
The air was thick, a deathly gloom.
The final shot, point-blank they swore,
Would close his tale forevermore.

But fate had played a cunning hand,
A twist the guns could not withstand.
For in his chest, the heart betrayed,
Its hidden home where few hearts stayed.

A life reversed, a mirrored map,
A rare design, a divine mishap.
The surgeons call it situs inversus,
An organ’s dance, a fateful circus.

And so he rose from death’s embrace,
A spectre born of time and place.
The crowd stood still, the tale began,
Of bullets spent on a fated man.

For even death, with all its might,
Could not unmake this mirrored fight.
El Fusilado, a name profound,
The man whose heart death never found.