隆Saludos amigos de Writing Club! 馃 acompa帽enme hoy a lo largo de este conjunto de frases y, si pueden, d茅jenme saber en los comentarios de qu茅 creen que trate.
Greetings Writing Club friends! 馃 join me today throughout this set of sentences and, if you can, leave me in the comments what you think it's about.
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Y as铆 te desapareciste, te esfumaste en la nada, como las cenizas que quedan despu茅s de quemar unos cuantos trozos de madera, que luego son arrastradas por el viento y se dispersan por el agua.
Ojal谩 de verdad fueras como esas part铆culas casi invisibles, pero sigo viendo porciones de ellas en cada lugar, como si la tierra por donde camino en este amplio bosque a煤n tuvieran ese olor a humo, a fuego y a esas muchas quemaduras que dejaste tras tu pasar.
Porque s铆, antes de irte me quemaste, me creaste heridas tan profundas que me destrozaste los nervios, hasta que lleg贸 un punto en que ya no hubo m谩s sensibilidad, ya no hubo m谩s dolor, ya no hubo nada m谩s.
Pero aun cuando mi tacto no funciona porque las heridas me destruyeron la piel en muchos lugares, el resto de mis sentidos si funcionan, puedo olerte en ese pasto seco y sin vida, puedo verte en esa tierra mojada donde nada crece ni nace y puedo o铆rte caminar sobre las hojas secas que caen de esos 谩rboles sombr铆os, que no dan sombra, solo dan fr铆o.
Te fuiste, es cierto, pero, aunque no lo creas antes de t煤 irte yo ya te hab铆a dejado ir, ya mis sentidos se hab铆an agudizado para detallar esas otras cosas que nunca hab铆a querido sentir, aunque t煤 nunca lo aceptaste, al contrario, lo negaste, porque el que no es consciente de sus errores nunca aceptar谩 algo malo de lo que fue causante.
Te convert铆 en otra imagen, en una que pudiera funcionar en equilibrio, sin importar las heridas ni el pasado y que a煤n no hab铆an ni cicatrizado, decid铆 no darles importancia y no pensar en ellas, pero nuevamente ni siquiera import贸 mi gran esfuerzo porque no me dolieran, me volviste a lastimar sin compasi贸n y sin importar nada.
Pens茅 que ya no me doler铆a, que esos nervios que estaban muertos ya no sentir铆an, pero se me olvid贸 que la naturaleza es sabia y que hasta de las heridas m谩s profundas puede surgir nuevas ra铆ces nerviosas, esas que no necesitan de mucho para sobrevivir, porque lo hacen de una forma muy defectuosa.
Quise mantenerme en un espacio que fuera distinto, sintiendo que a煤n te ten铆a al lado m铆o como un amigo, no me import贸 que tal vez me doler铆a despu茅s, fui inocente, s铆, prefer铆 arriesgarme otra vez, pens茅 que val铆a la pena y que no me destruir铆as otra vez.
No aprend铆, esa fue la verdad, la 煤nica y absoluta verdad, mi deber era entenderla, la 煤nica que siempre hab铆a existido y existir谩, que mi yo jam谩s signific贸 realmente algo, que mi existir nunca fue necesario y que, as铆 como aparec铆 sin raz贸n aparente, f谩cilmente pod铆as tambi茅n desaparecerme sin motivos nuevamente.
Lo 煤nico que me queda despu茅s de todo esto es saber que nunca hice algo sin sentido, que actu茅 siempre con el alma y el coraz贸n aun destruidos, porque no importaba que me destrozaran, me arrancaran el alma y la devoraran, yo prefer铆a permanecer estando de pie aun descalza.
Yo fui genuina, no he mentido, segu铆 siendo ese vidrio d茅bil y transparente que a simple vista siempre he sido, ese del cual se han aprovechado algunos otros para ver en el interior y robarse lo que pueden hasta dejarlo casi vac铆o.
Fuiste uno de esos que me rob贸 sin ning煤n motivo, pero no fue suficiente para ti solo llevarte lo que pod铆as y dejarme, te acercaste a m铆 realmente para lastimarme y hacerme da帽o hasta cansarte, sin importar mis sentimientos y mucho menos disculparte.
Yo segu铆 siempre siendo la misma, la que una vez solo vino aqu铆 de la nada sin buscar a nadie, la que lleg贸 a un espacio desconocido buscando cobijo, la que en su vida jam谩s ha querido hacer da帽o a alguien, pero que lamentablemente al final solo encontr贸 desprecios y castigos, de quien alguna vez consider贸 su verdadero amigo.
Y as铆 como vuela esa ceniza que sale de esa llama en esta oscura tarde, as铆 como te desapareciste sin avisarme, yo tambi茅n me despido de ti ante este fuego vivo lanzando todos esos recuerdos al olvido, porque al final la 煤nica verdad es que esto nunca signific贸 algo, solo fue un enga帽o que nunca tuvo sentido, en este universo oscuro lleno de escritos.
And so you disappeared, you vanished into nothingness, like the ashes that are left after burning a few pieces of wood, which are then carried by the wind and scattered by the water.
I wish you really were like those almost invisible particles, but I keep seeing portions of them in every place, as if the land where I walk in this wide forest still had that smell of smoke, fire and those many burns you left behind you.
Because yes, before you left you burned me, you created wounds so deep that you tore my nerves apart, until there came a point where there was no more sensitivity, no more pain, no more anything else.
But even though my touch does not work because the wounds destroyed my skin in many places, the rest of my senses do work, I can smell you in that dry and lifeless grass, I can see you in that wet earth where nothing grows or is born and I can hear you walking on the dry leaves that fall from those shady trees that do not give shade, they only give cold.
You left, it is true, but, believe it or not before you left I had already let you go, my senses had already sharpened to detail those other things that I had never wanted to feel, although you never accepted it, on the contrary, you denied it, because he who is not aware of his mistakes will never accept something bad of which he was the cause.
I turned you into another image, into one that could work in balance, regardless of the past or the wounds, those that even when they easily showed up on my skin I decided to leave behind, but it didn't even matter my great effort to make it work, you hurt me again without compassion and no matter what.
I thought that I would no longer hurt, that those nerves that were dead would no longer feel, but I forgot that nature is wise and that even from the deepest wounds can emerge new nerve roots, those that do not need much to survive, because they do it in a very defective way.
I wanted to stay in a space that was different, feeling that I still had you next to me as a friend, I didn't care that maybe it would hurt me later, I was innocent, yes, I preferred to risk again, I thought it was worth it and that you wouldn't destroy me again.
I did not learn, that was the truth, the only and absolute truth, my duty was to understand it, the only one that had always existed and will always exist, that my self never really meant anything, that my existing was never necessary and that, just as I appeared for no apparent reason, they could easily also disappear me for no reason again.
The only thing that remains for me after all this is to know that I never did anything senseless, that I always acted with my heart and soul still destroyed, because no matter if they tore me apart, ripped out my soul and devoured it, I preferred to remain standing even barefoot.
I was genuine, I have not lied, I remained that weak and transparent glass that at first sight I have always been, the one that some others have taken advantage of to see inside and steal what they can until leaving it almost empty.
You were one of those who stole from me for no reason, but it wasn't enough for you to just take what you could and leave me, you approached me to really hurt me and hurt me until you got tired of it without caring about my feelings and much less apologizing.
I remained always the same, the one who once only came here from nowhere without looking for anyone, the one who came to an unknown space looking for shelter, the one who in her life has never wanted to hurt anyone, but who unfortunately in the end only found scorn and punishment from the one she once considered her true friend.
And just as that ash flies out of that flame in this dark afternoon, just as you disappeared without warning me, I also say goodbye to you before this living fire throwing all those memories into oblivion, because in the end the only truth is that this never meant anything, it was only a deception that never made sense in this dark universe full of writings.
隆隆GRACIAS POR PASAR Y LEER!!
THANKS FOR STOPPING BY AND READING!!!
Fuente de imagenes - Imagen Source
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