Thursday 16 April 2015

Silence. There's something wrong.
- "He’s gone, Reed."
I had to sit down.
- "What do you mean he’s gone?"
Silence. He's pondering the words he's about to say.
- "Dad's gone. They can’t find him anywhere. He just vanished."
Another long silence takes over us. Neither of us have ever been good communicators.
While I was lying in bed, thoughts of my childhood years came to my mind, like waves on the shore. Happy memories of baseball games with my father and brother, and family meals with my mum’s stew. As I fell asleep, all I could hear was the sound of two children laughing and the clock ticking by the bedside table.

     Cuando  Möhl dejó de oír el goteo de la ducha del baño, supo que algo andaba mal. Un silencio abismal lo había despertado de un sueño profundo. No es que no se alegrara de que la sucesión a intervalos iguales de gotas hubiera cesado, o que no disfrutara del silencio que le brindaba su hogar desierto; simplemente un silencio tal no tenía cabida en este mundo.
     Se armó de valor y al salir de la cama se dirigió con paso seguro a la cocina. Abrió la nevera para comprobar que la puerta seguía crujiendo como de costumbre. Nada en absoluto. ¿Debería preocuparse? La gente normalmente se inquieta por los ruidos que desconoce, no por los silencios desconocidos.
     Después del segundo vaso de agua, decidió volver a la cama y no pensar más en ello. Poner la televisión para acallar tanta quietud sería buena idea, y seguramente le ayudara a quedarse dormido. El sueño se apoderó de él, sin reparar si quiera en el hecho de que la televisión tampoco tenía volumen.
     Despertó en mitad de la noche en una calle desierta. El suelo, mojado por la lluvia, reflejaba las luces de semáforos y escaparates. Desconcertado, se incorporó, y por un momento se alegró de oir algo que no fuera quietud. Conocía ese ruido, que no era un ruido despues de todo. Born in the U.S.A.
"Dónde estoy y cómo he acabado aquí?"
Mi felicidad llena la habitación con su luz, pero siempre queda un rinconcito oscuro.
I stood up.
“I just need to get out and vent, clear my head.”
She didn’t move, still sitting, head resting on her hand, the other one over her lap.
– “It’s okay to be scared. Do you think I’m not scared?”
– “Don’t you ever get tired of this? Tired of me?”
– “Sometimes I feel like giving up, to be honest. I feel so drained I want to run away. I feel like running through the streets with no destination in mind, in hopes that someone can find me.”
– “Why don’t you do it then?”
– “Because I always hope that the person who finds me is you.”
I just don’t know who I am anymore. I have a look at these things scattered on my bedroom shelves. They remind me of my childhood, but it feels like they belong to someone else’s past, not mine. No matter how I am, I keep disappointing people around me, so I don’t know how to become the kind of person they expect me to be.
– “Sólo el 30% de las noticias son buenas.”
– “Claro que pasan cosas buenas, sólo que nadie se fija.”
– “Watching people like him made me happy. It gave me a sense of hope.”
– “Hope?
– “Hope in human race. That not everyone wanders this earth empty and tormented.”
– “But I’m always angry at him. He has this special ability to get me mad.”
– “And I bet you wouldn’t want anyone else to get you mad the way he does.”
– “…”
– “That’s called love, dear.”
I’m crying over something that hasn’t happened yet. How stupid is that?
All the time many events are taking place simultaneously at different points of the city.
A man jumps off a roof.
There’s always something missing in our lives. We may have a job, but suffer from some health problem. We may be in a happy relationship but struggle to find a job. We may have a decent job, even with the possibility of saving money, enjoy some good health, but still struggle really hard to find that special someone to share our lives with. It was in this last situation, that he found himself.
When you come to think of it, we spend our lives wanting something we’re lacking. We never feel fulfilled, and that’s probably the curse of human race. Born to wander this earth with a feeling of perpetual emptiness. As time goes by, our situation changes, and we lack different things each time.
Falling,
dripping,
make
a sound,
liquid,
pouring
on the ground.
Take me to the time when hope still endured,
when my heart still beat
for a love that wasn’t gone.
Take me to the moments
when things were simpler,
the future brighter
and our bond stronger.
He had no smell. Not even that of soap, deodorant or shaving lotion. He didn’t smell good nor bad; he just didn’t smell.
Su relación comenzó como todas sus anteriores relaciones habían hecho: torpe e incómodamente.
A lump in her throat.
She checks every face in the crowds,
like a mother looks for her missing child.
I lost the battle. His shadows were too much for me to bear. I tried to save him, to finally let him go. He had a certain kind of darkness lying within himself. I couldn’t help him. No one could have done anything for him except himself. And he enjoyed his darkness, or so it seemed. He was a prisoner of his own darkness.