Y
este es el fin... tal vez momentáneo, tal vez para siempre, pero lo que pasó
sólo lo sabremos nosotras; mi corazón, el tuyo y el tiempo. A lo mejor no lo
vivimos con la misma intensidad o no lo sentimos igual.
Sé
que no se lo podré contar a mis hijos, ni tú a los tuyos. Tal vez alguien lo
entienda, tal vez alguien también lo viva, pero no estaremos allí para que
hagan lo correcto.
No
me arrepiento de nada de lo que hice, sí me arrepiento de haber creído que no
era incorrecto y de no cambiar esa idea. Si alguien me pregunta por qué soy
así, solo diré que lo que he vivido me ha hecho de esa manera, y si me
preguntan qué es lo que viví, lo contaré, excepto esto; tú y yo seremos el
capítulo prohibido de aquel libro que nunca escribiré...
Nunca
fuimos libres, solíamos creer que sí, teníamos la ilusión de que lo seríamos.
Pero nunca entendimos que el estar entre cuatro paredes, y con nadie alrededor
que nos escuchara, no era la manera de encontrar la libertad…
Tuvimos
miedo, mucho miedo; de no ser lo que la sociedad quería, de no ser lo que
nuestros padres querían, de desilusionar… de desilusionarnos. Cada beso
apasionado era una medida desesperada para callar aquel sentimiento de no saber
dónde estábamos ni adónde íbamos a llegar.
Siento
que me despido, pero a la vez no, no quiero dejar esto, pero no sé si tú no
querrás…
Espero
que pase, que todo pase; que sea sano, que seamos sanas, tal vez no normales,
eso no existe, pero sí que podamos vivir… vivir… que lindo suena, parece que no
lo hubiésemos hecho últimamente.
Tal
vez en un futuro no muy cercano nos encontremos de nuevo; no, no acá, puede que
hasta en otro lugar, y a lo mejor así podamos revivir todo esto con una
sonrisa, recordándolo como una anécdota o como un buen recuerdo; tal vez lo
revivamos con más pasión, y con verdadera libertad sin importar lo que digan
los demás, sinceramente… espero que pase lo segundo.
O
tal vez no nos veamos nunca, y cada una
viva con su historia al hombro, pero sé que llevaremos ésta en un lugar
acomodado para tenerlo intacto, y poder disfrutarlo cuando la nostalgia llegue…
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And
this is the end...perhaps just for now, perhaps for ever, but what happened
only will be known to us; my heart, yours, and Time. Perhaps we didn´t live it
with the same intensity, or we didn´t feel it in the same way.
I
know that I won´t be able to tell this to my children, neither will you.
Perhaps someone will understand it, perhaps someone will live it too, but we
won´t be there to make them do it right.
I
don´t regret anything of what I´ve done. What I do regret, is of having thought
that it wasn´t wrong and of not change my mind when I was supposed to. If
anyone ask me why I am in this way, I´ll just answer that what I´ve lived have
made me who I am, and if anyone ask me of what I´ve lived, I will tell
everything, except for this; you and I will be the forbidden chapter on that
book that I´ll never write...
We
were never on our own, we were used to believe that we did, and we had the
illusion that we would. But we never understood that being between four walls,
and with no one around to listen, wasn´t the way to find freedom..
.
We
were afraid, deeply afraid; of not being what Society wanted from us, what our
parents wanted from us, afraid of disappoint everyone...and afraid of
disappointing ourselves. Each passionate kiss was a desperate measure in order
to silence that feeling of not knowing where were we neither where we were
going to end.
I
feel like I´m saying goodbye, but in the same time, I don´t want to leave this,
and I don´t know if you don´t want to...
I
hope it passes, that everything passes, that it become healthy, that we become
healthy persons; perhaps not normals because that doesn´t exist, but that we be
able to live...to live...that sounds so good; it seems like we wouldn´t been
living lately.
Perhaps
we´ll meet again in a long future; no, not here, maybe in another place, and
perhaps we could relive all this with a smile in our faces, remembering this as
a story or as a good memory; perhaps we live it again with a stronger passion,
and with true freedom no mattering what everybody may say. Sincerely...I
hope that the second option prevail.
Or
perhaps we won´t see each other no more, and each one of us is going to live
this story on our own, but in spite of that, I know that we´ll carry this saved
into our hearts, keeping it intact, hoping to be able of enjoy it, before the
mourning come...
It was nice, thank you, no one will know it...just your heart and mine, and the time we share.
It was nice, thank you, no one will know it...just your heart and mine, and the time we share.
Una contribución de / A contribution by Yessenia Cáceres
...gracias por compartir / thank you for sharing!
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