Este es un poema que le escribí a un novio que de pronto me dejo...un día así dejo de contestarme el teléfono, mensajes, mails. Después de 5 años juntos simplemente se retiro. Mi purga a tantas emociones encontradas fue este cuento.
Lo escribí en Inglés porque mi historia con el fué en Inglés y la mitad de mi vida ha sido en ese idioma. Pero que son los idiomas al fin? Códigos extraterrestres, ceros y unos en una forma diferente. Solo información.
Anakin.
He's almost been totally consumed by his anger, it laid dormant for so long, but it’s now awakened by the subtle yet lacerating voice calling his name from the upstairs kitchen area, over and over again.
Unstoppable memories flood his crowded cluttered space, he can hardly find any time to be himself or to know who he is anymore.
He left behind his floating vessel, the SS Euphoria that right now bears no name.
His memories of freedom are now trapped in cardboard boxes suffocating, being forgotten.
A memory is only alive if you can remember it.
His first mate, a big bright star awaits his return from the dark sands but is losing patience.
The mast still down and only Anakin can erect it.
Pretty soon she'll have to find another set of eyes.
A star can only glow if she is looked at...She needs a pair of eyes to keep her alive and reflect herself in.
The moon gets lost every night only to come look for him again.
"He's not here yet" - Star and moon sit patiently remembering when the vessel had a name and their plans were grand.
They were planning to sail on Euphoria to the place where everything is possible, but Anakin was called on a mission to save his land from self-destruction.
Now he's trapped.
The photos slowly erase themselves in pain. Lost memories belonging to nobody.
If a memory loses its owner what does it become? A lost thought, an electrical impulse, someone else’s past?
He hides in the forest hoping for some comfort, for a sign.
A sailor needing his star to redirect his eyes to a clear point in the horizon.
A point to which he can walk to and start over again.
And on the other side of the world, a star needing his sailor to stay alive, to shine.
Maybe in his quest he'll find the place he left behind and look at it with different eyes. But will he remember his memories? Will they still be alive?
Will they remember him?
They say pain changes our chemistry, we become somebody else...Whose pictures are those? Is that I? He wonders.
Aimlessly walking in circles he wonders, who am I and what am I doing here?
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