Y allí donde nadie lo ve , donde sus miedos aumentan puede ser él. ¡¡ Allí !! Donde la vida suele ser más tranquila, aparecen sus demonios ... Y justo después del sol , cuando la luna aparece en el cielo, su mundo se hace gris ... Sumergido en sus pensamientos vienen a su mente las cosas . ¿Cosas? Si, ya tienen nombre sus problemas, a veces los enumera, pero pierde la cuenta, y es difícil empezar de cero, muy difícil, lo sabe bien ... Hoy es uno de esos días donde todo duele, donde la esperanza parece marchitarse, donde la carga de las dificultades recae en sus hombros; pero esta vez el peso es mayor , y siente que no puede , no puede, es mucho... Piensa ...piensa ... ¿No puedes? ¿Estas seguro? ... Las preguntas llegaron como ráfagas, así sin permiso, como ladrón que entra a casa ajena.. Peroo... ¿Acaso tú, guerrero inquebrantable no has librado batallas peores? ... Las dudas lo abrazan. Suele subestimarse... y de pronto las interrogantes parecen estar de más... Has luchado con esas fuerzas perdidas, con la ilusión de un niño, con la valentía que no tienes, y aún así has ganado. ¿Cual es la diferencia? ¿Existe? No . No la hay, porque siempre te has mantenido firme, porque no hay obstáculo que no has superado, porque la tormenta por más grande que parezca suele desvanecerse, porque todo pasa, porque el hoy no es eterno, porque siempre eres tú, porque a pesar de todo estas aqui...
Hello everyone, this is my first post in this community and thinking about what to publish I remembered something I wrote one day to a friend and I would like to share it with you. He was going through difficult times in his life, those inexplicable moments that have happened to all of us, I wanted to help him and did not know how, so I did what I do best, give free reins to the ideas that travel alone in my mind looking to be read and transcend beyond the boundaries of my imagination. I hope you enjoy it.
And there where no one sees him, where his fears increase, it can be him, there! Where life is usually calmer , his demons appear .... And just after the sun , when the moon appears in the sky , his world becomes gray .... Immersed in his thoughts come to his mind things. Things? Yes, his problems already have a name, sometimes he lists them, but he loses count, and it is difficult to start from scratch, very difficult, he knows it well ... Today is one of those days where everything hurts, where hope seems to wither, where the burden of difficulties falls on his shoulders; but this time the weight is greater, and he feels that he can not, he can not, it is too much ...Think... think... Can't you? Are you sure? ... The questions came like bursts, without permission, like a thief entering someone else's house... But... Haven't you, unyielding warrior, fought worse battles? ... Doubts embrace him. He tends to underestimate himself... and suddenly the questions seem to be superfluous... You have fought with those lost forces, with the illusion of a child, with the courage you do not have, and still you have won. What is the difference? Is there? No. There is not, because you have always stood firm, because there is no obstacle you have not overcome, because the storm, no matter how big it may seem, usually fades away, because everything passes, because today is not eternal, because you are always you, because despite everything you are here...
*translated by Deepl traductor
