Insomnio

Algo golpea en mi puerta. 

Uno termina por comprender. Tarde, pero comprende. Uno se piensa así mismo como víctima de circunstancias, del amor y desamor, de la vida, de las decisiones. De los instintos de supervivencia. Y se cuestiona… Hoy pasó algo. Tuve el pasado en mis manos y lo más curioso, es que lo ví claramente. Lo bueno y lo que duele. Lo que te saca una sonrisa o una lágrima. Y uno comprende que las cosas que vive no son en vano. El tiempo se empaqueta en momentos que pueden quedar en el olvido. Hasta que algunas redes sociales cambian su configuración de búsqueda y puedes ver tu pasado. Así como así. Hoy quería dormirme temprano. Tres llamadas no me dejaron. Llamadas importantes, llamadas de horizontes. Un error de dedo, me hizo quedarme despierta hasta esta hora. Sé que me estaré cayendo de sueño todo el día y me dolerá la cabeza… Pero hoy…

Unless you wish it. 

Lord Byron, 25 August, 1819. My dearest Teresa, I have read this book in your garden;–my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,–which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love. In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours–Amor mio–is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,–to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent.…

A message in a bottle. 

As small messages in bottles thrown into the ocean, hoping to come to you as brief signs that I think of you as well, every time you think of me I call upon you also. Every night, though I resist, there is always a thought for you. I always kiss you goodnight and whenever something good happens, you’re the first person I would like to tell. I have had sleepless nights. I’ve been very tired. You know I need to get up and smile, and make my day count. But I’ve been missing you and I know you’re the only one who will understand these words. Because there are hearts really known, and neither distance nor time, nor pain or happiness can separate. Let this message come to you, across the ocean that separates us, so you always know that no matter how far away we can be, for I…

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