I breathe, I close my eyes, and I see you there reading to me, your uncertainty for not knowing the words that will come cause in me the responsibility to give you something worthwhile.
In silence, just when my fingers are typing, a voice whispers and I smile, I want to stay in the stillness that implies, to invite you to look up and lose yourself in the immensity that day the sea gave me.
I could be the rock, static and silent, trying to listen to some message that would make me transcend, I know you want to tell me so many things, but silence is good, it helps to know more than we wish sometimes.
There in the infinite, do you see it? right there we can meet when our gazes become one with the horizon.
The immensity invades me, I wish you could reach your hand inside the screen and bring me to you, but there, I am everything and nothing, every day more nothing than a whole.
The swaying of experiences, a shore where the waves resound as they crash against the stones or rub against the sand, I look up and invite you to fly, I know you want to join me, no words are needed, our silence is perfect.
There is always a detail that does not allow us to lower the volume of our inner voice, something that dirties, something that corrodes, a piece of memories that no longer exist but we refuse to let them die.
I throw myself into my cotton clouds, I make figures of angels, I don't listen to you, I don't need to, you've been reading me and changes have already happened in you, you want as much as I do to throw yourself into the void and fly, to feel free for a moment that becomes eternity, without so much noise, without so much noise.
What letters would you put to finish, come on, don't be surprised, if you have arrived here you are my accomplice, I smile and you think whether to write...or to continue enjoying your soul in silence.
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Photos property of the author taken in Margarita Island, Venezuela.
Inspiro, cierro mis ojos, y te veo all铆 ley茅ndome, tu incertidumbre por no saber las palabras que vendr谩n causan en m铆 la responsabilidad de regalarte algo que valga la pena.
En silencio, justo cuando mis dedos van tecleando, una voz susurra y sonr铆o, quiero quedarme en la quietud que eso implica, invitarte a mirar arriba y perderte en la inmensidad que ese d铆a me regal贸 el mar.
Yo podr铆a ser la roca, est谩tica y en silencio, tratando de escuchar alg煤n mensaje que me hiciera trascender, s茅 que me quieres decir tantas cosas, pero el silencio es bueno, ayuda a conocer m谩s de lo que deseamos a veces.
All谩 en el infinito, 驴lo ves? ... justo all铆 podemos encontrarnos cuando nuestras miradas se hagan una con el horizonte.
La inmensidad me invade, ojal谩 pudieses alargar tu mano dentro de la pantalla y traerme hasta ti, pero all铆, soy todo y nada, cada d铆a m谩s nada que un todo.
El vaiv茅n de las experiencias, una orilla donde resuenen las olas al chocar con las piedras o su roce con la arena, miro hacia arriba y te invito a volar, s茅 que quieres acompa帽arme, sin palabras, no hacen falta, nuestro silencio es perfecto.
Un detalle ensucia la imag茅n, siempre hay un detalle que no permite que bajemos el volum茅n de nuestra voz interior, algo que ensucia, algo que corroe, un pedazo de recuerdos que ya no existen pero que nos negamos a dejarlos morir.
Me lanzo hacia mis nubes de algod贸n, hago figuras de angeles, no te escucho, no hace falta, me has estado leyendo y ya han ocurrido cambios en t铆, deseas tanto como yo lanzarte al vac铆o y volar, sentirte libre por un momento que se haga eternidad, sin tanto ruido, sin tanto ruido.
驴Qu茅 letras pondr铆as para terminar?, vamos, no te sorprendas, si has llegado hasta aqui eres mi c贸mplice, yo sonr铆o y tu piensas si escribir...o seguir disfrutando de tu alma en silencio.
Zully
Fotos propiedad de la autora tomadas en La isla de Margarita , Venezuela.
