The now gone Carlos was for me a brother, more than that a twin. Even more than that we were a cell floating in space that was separated a day of October. A day that I can not bring back as I can not bring back memories I wish I could revisit. But that is life, and in life everything grows and everything dies. Carlos was having some good time in Chile, his native country. He moved back two years after I moved. By that time we use to talk from time to time, mostly to remember rather than to share new ideas or experiences. We rather remember the good golden days and not look at the rusting ceiling over our heads. Something I regret now, I wish I have know who he had become and how brave he was. But that does not matter now. He rests and I
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During the night memories became too blurry to remember. Not for mist or wind, but for whatever new things we tried in the afternoon. It was in this trips that I would forget of who I was and make my path to a different innerself. One that did not fear to jump off a cliff into a river or laugh uncontrollably besides a fireplace. I was plenty and I was me or at least that is how I remember it. The mind is an interesting thing isn't it? It can make you see things that are not there, make you feel out of yourself and even find a path to a new identity. This time the story was different, I was with someone I met a year before and with who I was dating. In the morning we woke up early just to see the sunrise. An odd image I must say, fifteen young people hiking at five in the morning. We walked up to the tallest hill we could find nearby, attempting to have an unique view of everything beyond our eyeballs. In front of us a valley that leads to the pacific ocean so that you could trick yourself to believe that you could the water and waves. I front of that image we stood. All of us in complete silent, surrounded by the sound of silence. A urgent yet peaceful absence of sound that penetrated our soul and made our hearths trumble.I look upon my idiots and smile, to which they respond by showing their happiness in their
During the night memories became too blurry to remember. Not for mist or wind, but for whatever new things we tried in the afternoon. It was in this trips that I would forget of who I was and make my path to a different innerself. One that did not fear to jump off a cliff into a river or laugh uncontrollably besides a fireplace. I was plenty and I was me or at least that is how I remember it. The mind is an interesting thing isn't it? It can make you see things that are not there, make you feel out of yourself and even find a path to a new identity. This time the story was different, I was with someone I met a year before and with who I was dating. In the morning we woke up early just to see the sunrise. An odd image I must say, fifteen young people hiking at five in the morning. We walked up to the tallest hill we could find nearby, attempting to have an unique view of everything beyond our eyeballs. In front of us a valley that leads to the pacific ocean so that you could trick yourself to believe that you could the water and waves. I front of that image we stood. All of us in complete silent, surrounded by the sound of silence. A urgent yet peaceful absence of sound that penetrated our soul and made our hearths trumble.I look upon my idiots and smile, to which they respond by showing their happiness in their