Lark had a resentful expression on her face. Resentment that penetrated her skin, traveling rapidly through her veins until it reached her heart. Transforming her in a dramatic way, until she stopped looking like a girl and became a harpy capable of hurting with a vehement desire.
Perhaps it seems contradictory to only speak of how time can pass slowly for people who suffer from a disease; or time that can pass as fast as a shooting star, for those who are immersed in their own world, enjoying a happy life, without perceiving the pain of others that can often be mitigated with a SMILE.
I am tied to your life … As if the umbilical cord had never been cut.
In the journey of life there are trips that are short and other trips that are long. However, standing with your head up is very difficult when you feel as if your whole being is breaking into pieces.
Almost all written romantic stories, such as soap opera stories or movies, end at the peak of love between the protagonists, creating time-honored stereotypes of what love is as a couple.
Personally, I really like romantic stories, especially those that end with the repetitive phrase of “AND THEY LIVED HAPPYLY EVER AFTER.”
LIVE TO DIE.
An expression a bit complex to explain and very difficult to understand when you live tied to the memories of an unpleasant past, failures, lies or the undeniable pain that the suffering of having been beaten, humiliated, excluded or simply ignored by someone when you were looking for love and understanding.
I know I have not been writing often and for those who have asked me, why? I want to tell you that I have been working on the edition of my book “El Aguanima de Peten” and at the same time on the process of converting “The King of the Farm” into a book. Both books will be published very soon. But here I share this publication that I wrote one night when I dreamed that my brother-in-law and his little daughter were reunited after a long time of being separated.
A few years ago I read a story in a book about what would happen if we were all millionaires and as a result, I learned that it impossible for it to happen, but if it were possible then we would face a serious problem because no person would be willing to work and produce the necessary elements to maintain the economic, cultural, physical and intellectual developments that make us a society. Therefore, we would begin to experience a shortage of all the basic products necessary to survive. As well as the physical and intellectual development of newer generations because we would all try to enjoy the benefits of being millionaires, acquiring larger houses, buying and consuming everything we want, traveling to different parts of the world without striving to be productive.
Yes, I wanted to help Carlos. But I also wanted to go home. I knew that I had to return to Mrs. Lola’s house before dawn or I was running the risk of staying in that town, because my sister would leave without me, I was afraid that they would abandon me there.
The COVID-19 pandemic has come as a thief in the night, SILENT, RAPACIOUS AND DESTRUCTIVE, moving slowly. Without feet or shoes, it does not make any noise, becoming completely UNNOTICED.
I had no idea how I could escape the bedroom, since we were all sleeping in the same room. I knew it was already nightfall, although the room had no windows; It was dark when we went to sleep already. That night I felt very hungry because I did not want to eat more, because I was afraid to eat the food prepared by Mrs. Lola. Little by little I started to get nervous. I did not want to miss the time when Pepe comes to say goodbye to Mrs. Lola, and I did not want to miss the opportunity to be outside the room to be able to follow him. I did not have a watch and I did not want to ask the time because I did not want to arise suspicion about my plans, so I got the idea and I asked my sister, “Can I turn off the candle that you left burning in case a blackout should occur? The candlelight won’t let me sleep. “