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Translated to English.
Be reborn
Love stories always have a beginning. Those involved know each other, fall in love, get distanced, need each other. Then they meet again. They love each other again. In my story, no. I do not talk about a beginning. On the contrary, I narrate an outcome. An end.
I'm Eugenia. I am 38 years old, two children and a husband: Luciano. I met him when I was very young. I no longer remember how old I was, only that we fell in love.
I'm cold. It's weird, but I hate the cold.
I met Ingrid at an unfortunate time. If it had not been for that, perhaps today we would be great friends. In fact, we are. I can not lie to you, Ingrid is my best friend.
She only tells me about Felipe. As if her life only passed for her husband. His children, his hobbies, his eyes, even his body. Everything passes through Felipe: "Felipe takes me on a trip, Felipe treats me like a queen, Felipe buys me things. Philip, Philip, Philip. " I'm different. Nothing I do goes through Luciano.
I hate the cold!
I never thought I would ever love again. Not me. A housewife who, as I said, raised her two children with a mason husband. But it happened. It happened to me. I loved after loving.
Three years ago my life began to pass through him. My eyes. Even my body. "Felipe, Felipe, Felipe". I speak and feel that I am Ingrid. Somehow, I am Ingrid. A piece of it is activated when I am with it. With whom she loved. With whom she had her children. With whom she armed her life. That now is my life!
For years I was dead inside. Anesthetized. Sleeping. Philip made me reborn. His love gave me life.
After an intense search, the police found my body. On that route. At that junction. Yes, my body. Dead. Covered by the river and the mud. After a love that lasted three years. That lasted my life.
Why am I dead?
I do not know yet. But as I have already advanced, this story begins with my end.
