Running running and to not advance
To know that I don’t know how to feel in the total ignorance before a totality of events nonlived by my, has created a kind of collision and of non-advance in my beating thoughts which fly for not to fall and to lose themselves in the deepest of my veins, and my blinking says to me keep writing.
You better remember that still we need to much to get to be, and I can’t get to be if I don’t try. To be incontinent is the must nonviable option although it is the most probable in this party, that was generated by the force over the conscience, and the responsible beginning to this incredible and sad week that I begin it here. And who will finish in few hours, thanks to the solar calendar that 12 soaked grapes in its fermented wine were generated.
I feel lost although those who have lost something have been others. That immense sadness to lose something just makes me close my eyes and I’m not talking about to whom the doubt generates, but to that feeling of mutual incompatibility of the physical versus nonphysical, to name somehow to the soul.
I trey to imagine that moment and my imagination prevents me to create it although I felt it to the bottom of the throat. I believe that the background of all this isn’t what I feel nor think, but what felt that person and his hands giving him direction of those other people’s tears when they receive the news of the loss of the loved being. That feeling that goes to any place from the surge of the sea to the creak of the ice where doesn’t do more than a simple goodbye.
I can only remember that feeling before the happened time and that the other people’s suffering makes me remember. Tremor in my hands, lost glance and the lamp turned on by my side trying to listen what the non felt words want to say something to calm my lost and nomadic soul in your being, who no longer you are, and who no longer you will be.
I believe that you listen to me or at least you read to me, and I believe firmly in this that I think and my heart feels and sings and cries, cries incessantly and the shout prevents me to cry. Please, cry all you want so I can listen you.
Rest in peace.
You better remember that still we need to much to get to be, and I can’t get to be if I don’t try. To be incontinent is the must nonviable option although it is the most probable in this party, that was generated by the force over the conscience, and the responsible beginning to this incredible and sad week that I begin it here. And who will finish in few hours, thanks to the solar calendar that 12 soaked grapes in its fermented wine were generated.
I feel lost although those who have lost something have been others. That immense sadness to lose something just makes me close my eyes and I’m not talking about to whom the doubt generates, but to that feeling of mutual incompatibility of the physical versus nonphysical, to name somehow to the soul.
I trey to imagine that moment and my imagination prevents me to create it although I felt it to the bottom of the throat. I believe that the background of all this isn’t what I feel nor think, but what felt that person and his hands giving him direction of those other people’s tears when they receive the news of the loss of the loved being. That feeling that goes to any place from the surge of the sea to the creak of the ice where doesn’t do more than a simple goodbye.
I can only remember that feeling before the happened time and that the other people’s suffering makes me remember. Tremor in my hands, lost glance and the lamp turned on by my side trying to listen what the non felt words want to say something to calm my lost and nomadic soul in your being, who no longer you are, and who no longer you will be.
I believe that you listen to me or at least you read to me, and I believe firmly in this that I think and my heart feels and sings and cries, cries incessantly and the shout prevents me to cry. Please, cry all you want so I can listen you.
Rest in peace.
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