The door opened slowly. The woman waited under the morning sun patiently, and only dared to give a step when she saw her confidence reflected on her doctor´s eyes. He put his cold hand on Rita´s cheek. This gentile caress made her react. After five years and endless treatments she was about to see the beauty of liberty. Behind her remained all the bad memories and the shadows that put her in that place. Now, Rita was a different woman, and she couldn´t wait to let the world know it. The woman turned around for the last time, just to see the doctor waving at her. Suddenly ahe had a feeling: yes, Lucio was there. She put the small suitcase on the floor and when he approached she spread out eager hands with which she looked for the face of her lover. The one who had stayed by her side during this difficult time. He smiled at her and kissed her lips. First softly, and then full of the passion that only true lovers are able to express. Rita was happy. Now everything would be OK again. There was nothing to fear and she knew it, ´cause that´s what he transmitted through his look. They walked slowly, together, speechless, just smiling, thinking of all the things they haven´t say to each other. For a moment Rita felt an axelaration in her heart, but then she calmed down. There would be enough time to say all what they wanted. Again the beating. On the one hand she was tempted to look back, but on the other she was afraid that this could have been a dream, and that she would wake up in her bedroom, alone. Lucio loved and knew this fragile woman so much that he guessed what she was thinking. He stopped and turned around together with Rita, to prove her taht it was all right. When she did it she saw the old fence closed, and understood that this was real. With a little, almost unhearable sigh she closed this chapter of her life. A chapter in which her tears and suffering had been the perfect soil in which to plant a new tree of hope and love.
Lucio offered her his strong shoulder and Rita put her head on it confidently.
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Untitled:
H: you won´t be able to do it!
S: yes. I will!
H: you´ll chicken out. I know it ´cause I know you well.
S: but you can´t control me. I´m sick of this! This is my life that we´re talking about. I have the right to make my own decisions, so leave me alone!
H: I´ll never leave you alone.we were born together and we´ll die just as one, so you better get used to the idea that I´m the one in charge, and I´m telling you: YOU WON´T DO IT! Besides you don´t even have the guts to leave this room. What? Have you forgotten all the times when you didn´t dare to go out because of me? That proves something, doesn´t it?
S: I don´t care! I know that I can get rid of you and so I will. It´ll be painful, but I will.
H: Try it! I wanna see you trying it. Come on, it´ll be fun. For me!
S: .....
H: and? I´m waiting.
S: .....
H: ha! I knew it! I knew I would win. I always win.
S: SHE
H: HERSELF
S: yes. I will!
H: you´ll chicken out. I know it ´cause I know you well.
S: but you can´t control me. I´m sick of this! This is my life that we´re talking about. I have the right to make my own decisions, so leave me alone!
H: I´ll never leave you alone.we were born together and we´ll die just as one, so you better get used to the idea that I´m the one in charge, and I´m telling you: YOU WON´T DO IT! Besides you don´t even have the guts to leave this room. What? Have you forgotten all the times when you didn´t dare to go out because of me? That proves something, doesn´t it?
S: I don´t care! I know that I can get rid of you and so I will. It´ll be painful, but I will.
H: Try it! I wanna see you trying it. Come on, it´ll be fun. For me!
S: .....
H: and? I´m waiting.
S: .....
H: ha! I knew it! I knew I would win. I always win.
S: SHE
H: HERSELF
Tell me:
Tell me that what I did was wrong, and I´ll go back in time just to fix it.
Tell me that happiness is at the buttom of the sea, and I´ll jump right away.
Tell me to plant a tree in the middle of the desert, and I´ll be there, day and night, waiting for it to grow.
Tell me to stop it, and I´ll listen to you.
Tell me to climb the highest mountain for you, and next time you see me I´ll be there.
Tell me to be with you, and you´ll see me beside you ´till the last of your days.
Tell me whatever you want and I´ll do it, I´ll believe it. But tell me not to love you anymore and Iwon´t get it. Simple as that; I will not understand it. Please, don´t you ever tell me that. Please.
Tell me that happiness is at the buttom of the sea, and I´ll jump right away.
Tell me to plant a tree in the middle of the desert, and I´ll be there, day and night, waiting for it to grow.
Tell me to stop it, and I´ll listen to you.
Tell me to climb the highest mountain for you, and next time you see me I´ll be there.
Tell me to be with you, and you´ll see me beside you ´till the last of your days.
Tell me whatever you want and I´ll do it, I´ll believe it. But tell me not to love you anymore and Iwon´t get it. Simple as that; I will not understand it. Please, don´t you ever tell me that. Please.
Nonsense
I can´t breath..I want to move, but I´m stucked in here. Smile. If you smile no one will notice that you are dying. No, I can´t. I need some air. Oh, great! There´s a window there. Air! But I have to cross the room to get it. OK. this is easy. I know what I´ll do: I´ll count ´till 30. No, wait, 35 is better. One, two, three... oh! He saw you. Smile. Wave your hand. Like that. OK, he´s looking at someone else now. Go on. Where did I stop?did I say two or three? No, this isn´t working. The music is too loud. I can´t think. Oh, God I need air. OK. I got it: if I see 5 guys wearing a black sweater I´ll stand up and leave.let´s see: there´s one there, two more here, four, no wait. That sweater isn´t entirely black. Does it count?no, it doesnt. OK. one, two, three... three... I´m thirsty. Look at this people. How can they be so happy? There´s nothing to be happy about and yet they dance, talk and laugh. It´s a relief that they aren´t paying attention on me. Anyway, I can´t stand up. If I do it, they´ll notice me and the party will be over because of my fault. I don´t want that to happen. I wish I could be invisible, but I´m not. I want to go home. I want to take out this ridiculous outfit. I don´t get it: why did I come in the first place? What for? I´m so stupid!!! I hate this and I can hardly breath. I have to go NOW. Come on, it´ll be easy. We´ll do it together. Ready? OK. just let me count:35, no more than that. One, two, three.......
Me, me, me:
Hi, my name´s Ana. I´m 23 years old and I share my body with a strange. It´s myself, but it really is a strange to me. Many of the things I´ve written are due to her, and to our constant fights. She has been inside me since I can remember, talking, whispering, ordering me. Most of the times she has been my number one enemy, always willing to make me fall. Well, Ihad fallen too many times and today I´m tired. Really tired. I don´t want to write, to talk, to convince her to go away, not even to think. I want it to be over. I´m incomplete without her, ´cause she´s the BOSS, and I´m so miserable with her, ´cause she rules.
Seriously, I want it to come to an end. And I don´t care if it is a happy one or a tragic one, I just need it to go away. Please, go. Please, go.
Seriously, I want it to come to an end. And I don´t care if it is a happy one or a tragic one, I just need it to go away. Please, go. Please, go.
It´s a great day (finally!)
What a lovely day is today. I woke up with the first caresses of the sun on my face, and I got up immediately. The sun´s shining so much that I decided to sit at my backyard while I´m writing these lines. What a great sensation is to feel the power of the sun on your back! A sunny day in Winter is something priceless and each animal, plant and object on earth seems to know it. I look at the plants that are being blessed by the king of the sky. It gives me the impression that they´ll start dancing under the golden rain. And the poor ones which are still in shadows wait impatiently for their turn. Nobody wants to miss the show, not even my dog: she walks in circles, slowly, looking for a good place. Finally she chooses the same that I did. She lays at my feet. I laugh because from time to time she looks above, her eyes closed. It hurts her eyes to see the sun so directly, but I think she can´t help it. Neither can I. I feel tempted and I look at it just once more. After all, who can assure that we´ll have a beautiful day like this soon?
I´m in the house now. The difference of temperature is obvious, but just as a battery I have renewed my energies for the rest of the day. Now I´ll focus on my mom: she´s making breakfast while she whistles an old song. I convince her to go out with me only for a couple of minutes and she accepts. The moment she goes out she hurries to put her laborious hand at her forehead, in order to protect herself from the sun. Once she gets used to it my mom looks at me, smiles and tell me what a good idea would be to have breakfast there.
In a couple of hours the presence of the sun will be nothing but a souvenir. All of us, the plants and flowers, my dog, my mom and me will be looking forward to see it again tomorrow.
Tomorrow there´ll be something new to thank for.
I´m in the house now. The difference of temperature is obvious, but just as a battery I have renewed my energies for the rest of the day. Now I´ll focus on my mom: she´s making breakfast while she whistles an old song. I convince her to go out with me only for a couple of minutes and she accepts. The moment she goes out she hurries to put her laborious hand at her forehead, in order to protect herself from the sun. Once she gets used to it my mom looks at me, smiles and tell me what a good idea would be to have breakfast there.
In a couple of hours the presence of the sun will be nothing but a souvenir. All of us, the plants and flowers, my dog, my mom and me will be looking forward to see it again tomorrow.
Tomorrow there´ll be something new to thank for.
It´s raining:
Do you like when it rains? I love it. I love the smell of wet land. This is a universal and particular smell that always makes me think the same: I´m sttill in this world.
I don´t know why, but if it rains I have the necessary strength to go out, and I feel safe. Yeah, I know what you are thinking: it´s weird, but what the hell, my whole life is weird!
When it rains I feel the blessing of God over me. I usually llok for any excuse that will allow me to go out and I walk under the rain slowly, without the protection of an umbrella. What do I need one for if I don´t want to prevent water from touching me?
On rainy days my favourite moment of the day is the morning. I wake up earlier than usual and after I´m done with the housework and the homework, I allow myself to enjoy of this wet day. Sometimes I choose a book to read or I take out my old puzzles. Music is another important elemant when it rains.
I know that many people hate rainy days, but I can´t help loving them. Life seems to be so easy when it rains, don´t you think so? I hope that whoever reads this doesn´t some at the conclussion that I´m an idiot. I mean: I am an idiot, but for other reasons, and not for seeing beauty in the rain.
I don´t know why, but if it rains I have the necessary strength to go out, and I feel safe. Yeah, I know what you are thinking: it´s weird, but what the hell, my whole life is weird!
When it rains I feel the blessing of God over me. I usually llok for any excuse that will allow me to go out and I walk under the rain slowly, without the protection of an umbrella. What do I need one for if I don´t want to prevent water from touching me?
On rainy days my favourite moment of the day is the morning. I wake up earlier than usual and after I´m done with the housework and the homework, I allow myself to enjoy of this wet day. Sometimes I choose a book to read or I take out my old puzzles. Music is another important elemant when it rains.
I know that many people hate rainy days, but I can´t help loving them. Life seems to be so easy when it rains, don´t you think so? I hope that whoever reads this doesn´t some at the conclussion that I´m an idiot. I mean: I am an idiot, but for other reasons, and not for seeing beauty in the rain.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)