she walks away, leaving behind that suit,
that strange old skin that seemed to be no longer needed. her feet extend in
long black shadows, her figure elongated by the time of the day, and the place
of the sun in the horizon. it almost felt as if it was a trap, she had made her
own trap, avoiding for so long to be free and feel without restrain, that now,
when there is no more resistance, the strange form of her reactions to a
song, a picture, a place may cause are almost unrecognizable.
She walks slowly away, and there is a strange
peace to the new sensations, no more can she know what would be that she will
feel, and there is almost a feeling of liberation, getting to know herself in
this new suit. No, actually, in this naked self….I thought it would be
terrible to walk into this forest at this time in life and be able to try self-exploring,
honest internal conversation, and never knowing what will come after. No more
self-control.
I need to be less critical of myself, less
reactive, I want to listen carefully for the sounds of this heart are wiser and I
want to listen what they have to say.
long shadows keep walking....
Nací en un país tibio, con gente de corazones cálidos, lleno de música, de frutas de colores brillantes....Me fui a vivir a otro país en donde vi nevar por primera vez, donde las aves migran en los inviernos, pero regresan en las primaveras, y donde nacieron los dos tesoros mas importantes de mi vida: mis hijas.
Siempre me he preguntado donde vive la verdad?
