The ghost just watching us and only the ghost is watching us and watching us directly, almost without remembering the past to brought him there, until that moment he wanted to forget the reflection of his beating heart.
I saw a moment and one moment I was, trapped in an unfamiliar place, in this place I was born and I will also die because nada transcurre entre sombras y reflejos y cae, cae para volver a alzarse y volver a mirarme. ¿Soy yo? Me responde el viento que llora.
Un día nací pero ya no lo recuerdo, ¿hay alguien capaz de hacerlo? Ayer -me dicen las sombras-, hoy –repiten los ecos-, despierta –me dicen los difuntos-, pero ayer ya estaba muerto. Me soñé ebrio y cansado, ¿qué me queda esperar? Crucé despacio y me despedí de ella, caída también en el piso sin respiración. Aún sentía su aliento suave sobre mi cuello: ¿vendrás? Quiero verte morir sin ojos –dijo-. Déjame aquí y atraviesa la calle con los ojos cerrados, yo permaneceré a este lado, mirando. And so I looked and saw it die. I still feel his last breath. They say that shamans choose the time of his death. Simply no longer breathe. The fight is over at last and now his last breath is deposited in the air. Has begun to decompose slowly and walk into another form and deposit his body still warm on the sidewalk and obey. Who is able to contradict the last will of a woman? I closed my eyes and walked forward. She now looks at me, walked up to her counter to her body, to her forever. It only lasted a moment that only I remember. Came to the right and just was not there. It is delightful to remember the moment of death. Just a moment more and she will return. Feel the meat is delicious death and blood and again fall back again to where you came. I cling to those last moments and I hold your breath quiet. Did you see me die? Asked to return. Only silence. Where was I? In the dark, everything is noise from the past into a puzzle where the pieces do not fit and she has disappeared. Is it dark? Sometimes a soul touches me but I still see the ghosts on the other hand, I can not touch ghost. It is a terrible effort, and there the look through the eyes of others and see it in the same position, on the same street. What are you waiting? She just paused for a moment before breathing again flooded. When the shamans, again, decided to return. Faltered for a moment and with the mouth of another was myself who said, now come with me, cross the street, my love, crosses the street. A stranger comes over and gives relief. She gets up and he takes her hand, the hand that once I played and the same hand that now clings to other arms to cling to life also I stopped, respiration and no longer feel the heat of arms that are not mine. Come with me, darling, come to this dark lonely where you are not and come back and come running with their eyes closed. And the sirens and the ambulance comes. What will you do with my remains scattered now? I follow but my feet are awkward in this new state. Return to you, my love, come back to see you again.
For now, forever dwell in your dreams. Read about Martin
Cid:
http://www.martincid.com/biografia.php
http://www.yareah.com/magazine/index.php/literature-literatura/793-viaje -to-east
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