Time is unforgiving, as the earth relentlessly continues to rotate on its axis every day, as it advances in its unstoppable movement around the sun. The seconds are combined into minutes. The minutes intertwine one after the other until they become hours. The hours play between day and night forming weeks that, reflected in the calendar of life, become months until they dissolve between the hands of the clock year after year.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART IX)
Darkness, silence, and unconsciousness inhabited Susana’s brain until she slowly opened her eyes. Strident pulsations hit her senses, as she woke up to the painful and unexpected reality of knowing that Ana had passed away. The news was so shocking that Susana fainted at the same moment that she saw Ana’s body through the window of the room where she was in the clinic. Her heartbeat could be heard a meter away by the force with which it hit her chest. The tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably. And a question floated over her nebulous mind, how many times can a mother’s heart suffer the loss of a child before it is finally broken?
SUFFERING IN SILENCE
There are times when it is better to remain silent … TO BE IN SILENCE, so as not to say anything that could unleash an endless battle of words and hurt feelings. But there are other occasions when staying silent without saying anything generates a silent suffering that destroys us from the inside and little by little the kills our soul.