In the days that followed, Hilda bought a dress with long lace and colored ribbons for Lark. The whole family participated in the preparations for the trip. For Lark, that family trip was no longer part of her routine of visiting fairs. She felt a very strong emotion pulse inside her body every time she remembered that she would participate in a singing contest.
January 02 in the year 2021, 8:26 at night, the Christmas tree lights are off, as well as all the lights I put it up outside the house. Standing in front of the Christmas tree, I have not yet decided whether to press the button that allows the current to pass through all the electrical installations, so the Christmas lights will shine to eliminate the darkness of the room. And thus, allow the spirit of Christmas to last until next January 6, where in some countries, many celebrate Kings Day.
In an instant, their gazes intertwined. Manuel said nothing when he was discovered by Lark. The strong impression that Lark received when seeing her father cheat on Hilda, caused her heart to clench full of disappointment, wrapped in an unpleasant acidity that ate away at her feelings.
The hand of the clock moves constantly and invariably, following its own leisurely rhythm; while each second is converted into present time, and soon is “IN THE PAST”. And it never stops… Unless the source of energy that drives it to keep working is consumed with the accelerated pace of its own job, until it stops working due to wear and tear caused over the years.
The light of the new day began to shine on Jutiapa, dissipating shadows of confusion and pain with the warmth of the sun, which energetically began its ascent over the sky. The birds began to sing in their nests. The flowers to spread their scent. The cold wind of the morning moved the branches of the trees and the neighborhood rooster filled the environment with its song. It seemed that the sunlight enveloped everything it touched; inviting each person who was preparing to go to work to feel the perfection of the new day in their heart.
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.
It is very common to hear people say phrases that they do not fully understand. Phrases that are created with words that are easy to memorize. And because of the simplicity with which they are written, people do not fully understand the complex meaning the phrases have or the psychological damage can cause when they are unconsciously spread, or when they are repeated irresponsibly.
The gray night heralded a brutal event, beginning with chilling screams of pain coming from the old adobe house at the end of the street. The house of the Sombrerón, as it was known, had recently been rented and was in one of the most popular neighborhoods in Jutiapa. At the end of the courtyard of the house, was an imposing ceiba tree, whose branches were being used as torture arms.
As the land of Tara is Jutiapa for me.
A place where I renew my energy and my spirit is strengthened as each cell of my body is enlivened in harmony with my religious beliefs, giving me the opportunity to feel closer to God, through the unbreakable friendships of my childhood and youth; evoking my teenage days, when fortified ties were woven into shared experiences with each one of those, who through time have remained immovable in a fraternal feeling of love, reciprocated service and pleasantly shared moments.