Weno... Haciendo essa chorrada de meter cosas en Google para ver si sale mi blog (sí, tanto me aburro..), encontré mi antiguo Space, antecedente del Blog... Y esta esta pequeña narración... Me gustó encontrar el Space, porque lo escribí durante el peor verano de mi vida, mi primer verano en el BI, el intercambio a Berlín...tantas cosas y parece tan lejos.... Cómo pasa el tiempo, ¿no? Nos hacemos viejos.......
Water. Water above and under her. She's surrounded by water. Water pouring on her head while she's in the water.
Swimming while there's water pouring on her head and from her.
Swimming, swimming under the rain.
Swimming, swimming crying, crying for her fate.
She feels so myserable...
She hates her life, doesn't want it anymore.
So she's swimming with the rain, with the rain from the sky and her own rain.
But suddenly everything stops: the rain, her rain, the swimming and her sadness.
Now she's calm, she feels good, because she knows that all her suffering has finished.
There's no more suffering and there won't be.
Now she's in peace.
'Cos death is peace, 'cos dead is calm, 'cos dead is the end, the end of all the suffering.