... On a rainy day
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
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23:30. I lost track of time by leaving a comrade behind, and now I see that I'm standing in the same place that my mind began to fly. Solitude and silence are things that grow as time passes, the distance is kept dark with lights that protect my shadows look up and feel the cool damp breeze that strangely filtered through any structure that you find by ahead. Unstoppable, unstoppable, as free as it once was my heart ... That was several years ago. Actually, I know, I admit. I did not realize that rain mysteriously drops dispersed in different directions, disorderly, rebellious, firmly and decisively covering everything in its path. I in the midst, enjoying such an unusual event, I am corrupted into an uncomfortable reminder of nearly a year ago, to something that marked the beginning of the end. That night it was raining, and I dreamed of a weekend, a Saturday, she and I went out and on any given day. We went to the cinema to see a film which does not remember the name, but the worrying part came later. And walked back, she should go home, I accompanied the whereabouts and with due caution crossed the street when out of nowhere came a big truck at full speed, I felt everything stopped in fractions seconds, and then I saw a tall man in a suit, he approached with the provision of talking. "You get to choose: her or you," I said, I understood what he meant when he saw that the truck went straight to her, and she decided. The man in a suit smiled, withdrew and resumed its course over time, and I felt a strong blow to the chest began to ache all over as a disproportionate, I turned to her, saw her terrified face and fixed to a little later, and keep your eyes I found what my body was completely destroyed and overwhelmed by the impact of the truck. She did not cry, in fact the impact of what happened did not allow him to react or move, and I could not do much there and the strong helplessness of not knowing what had happened, and then I remembered: within seconds I could run and push with all my strength, but not lucky enough to avoid my bestial hangman. A few hours later and could vent their pain in the arms of his mother while my shell was taken to a place where they could give something so worthy of being buried. That funeral was quiet, there were many people outside the family, and I could not be more than a spectator. On
advanced and it was wrong, and I wanted to hug her, to console her grief, and one night I saw her I went to mourn his face and wiped one of her tears. She felt, woke up and saw me and hugged me so hard I thought it was meat again, but still a soul and she was thinking about me. I spent the night with, and so the next night and that came after, and every time they think of me, to relax and remember me. And the days passed ... and things changed. At first I did not realize, then I felt something strange, and then I saw that it was not the same: she was forgetting me. Almost since we saw during the day and at night a few times still awake, I followed one afternoon and saw that sadly for me she was still alive. I felt something was strange to see someone else as well as physical as it, and that night I waited for her to talk. I wanted to know the truth, I wanted to tell me what I thought, what I felt, and therefore realized that I had finished my stay with her, she'd be better. I said goodbye, I said nothing, just hugged her and gave her my good night as always, and slept when I saw the man in a suit that was coming, still smiling, "I got the time" I said to touch my shoulder, and without realizing it was again stopped, this time in college. And it was real again, and many people were real, it was daylight and the sun was shining, but I felt some cold. I checked my watch and saw that it was a few days after truck accident, but rarely was still alive, my colleagues and acquaintances remembered me and acted as if it never happened at all, and it ... she claimed not to know, did not even know who I was, was the only one who did not know me. And I woke up and was still raining. That same dream bothered me day after day, and after talking with someone you trust I decided to tell, and seemed not to give greater importance. And oddly spent the time and did something very similar, metaphorically, to what I guessed at what I would call a "premonition of winter."
Today was there in the rain, and I have seen between gout and drop: almost do not want it like before, it does not hurt to have it away, but still strange to hear it again, have a conversation again extended until dark ... as one day of rain.
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