"Once I heard the conspiracy version of an ego, weak, filled with unease ... Announcing its misfortune"
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A man, who after beating with an old enemy, who found himself face to face in the middle of the street, ended up sitting in a filthy ditch talking incoherently.
He hinted that he was in the traitor's arena, fighting the scorpion of Dante's hell.
Full of bruises and bleeding from the back, thanks to the scratches. He intended to feel victorious. Despite being false! Still, I was looking for someone to proclaim it.
Being me, the only one around him ...
He would want to! Because I remained silent, with a face of disapproval.
I spoke to him at that moment, in reflexive mode:
_ "Get up and think about what you have done! Go home to heal yourself and learn to control your momentum."
He ignored me!
Seeing her deranged appearance and how she bore the name of a woman, tattooed with a glass on her right forearm.
I told myself:
"This guy is rolling in circles, the example I have given him has been of no use. If I continue here! He will assume that we are equal. Nothing is more distant from reality ..."
I better get out! In addition, the name, which I later understood was that of his wife, had been recorded with spelling errors ...
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After a while, he got up from the asphalt and started up. Looking at his sores between the shattered shirt, in a sumptuous and resigned tone of voice, as one who knows his destiny,
He referred:
I don't care about this! I've fought for the love of a woman ...
After crying as a child, he repeated:
"My thoughts hurt."
My thoughts hurt, they hurt ...!
And he went to the basement ...
Never before, have I heard in my life, an expression so rarely adversative.
It sounded good, in the ears of a potential writer! But, this was not written! It was real life ...
The originality of the phrase caused me chills. Looking into the eyes of those who would not have forgiveness from God, I saw someone who no longer sought support, but sought a kind of complicity.
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He would be in hell !, who dared to advocate for a confused mind, which does not speak with the heart, but with the acid in the veins and the framed face, in a pact with that below, who at that time , he claimed his share of the deal.
"I noticed it, because of the red on his left shoulder, attached to the bluish-white's neck, suffocating him."
It was there when I decided to get away!
I don't like to lose! That's why I'm not with losers. I change my bet 50/50, to bet 100 on the winner ...
I feared there was something hidden in that sentence!
"My thoughts hurt"? ...
I didn't want to hear part II of the version.
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I figured:
"It would sit well!, Walking barefoot on the wet strawberry field and heading towards the rehearsal room, looking for something better."
After two kilometers, between cold and darkness, I could already see the light bulb burning in the distance.
Soon I was subject to the railings that led me to the 2nd level of the house and the best, I had left behind, the "crazy", with his madness in his hands ...
I climbed the spiral staircase!
Almost at midnight. Immersed in shadows, the transformation of the soul would make me find inspiration. I prepared to compose the lyrics !, of that last song of my rock band:
"As you believe in suicide,
how can you against yourself,
Don't you think you're scared
you don't see that that is a sin ... "
(Suicide / Santameretriz rock music band / 1997)
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The next day, I learned that this man took his life.
He blew his brains with a gun ...
I don't know why, it reminded me of the "Blue Picasso Period".
But, in this case I did the opposite.!
Standing in the garden, outside his house, watching from a distance the performance of funeral services, I learned that his family had decided to cream him.
So, I said !:
"He was killed by the action of his own thought. For nesting the madness in his strange feeling, seeking to victimize his wandering spirit, cursed, a black angel locked in the basement of oblivion ..."
And I started to keep playing my song ...
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@nachomolina
[Original Content]
2020
venezuela
Regards,
I hope you enjoyed reading.
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