Let's share demons.

Ella, reaccionó en una mezcla de preocupación y temor, dio un paso atrás y con la voz a punto de abandonarla, dijo:

- No te acerques a mi, mi interior es muy obscuro, hay muchos demonios escondidos dentro de mi.

El pensó:
- Hehe, ¿En serio?

Entonces sonrió, bajó la mirada y soltó una pequeña risa, para incorporarse con una mirada que al mismo tiempo reflejaba todos sus sentimientos hacia ella, una mezcla de amor, paz interna y ternura, pero cubiertos con una mirada ensombrecida y una pequeña sonrisa de burlona complicidad dibujada en el rostro. La miró fijamente unos segundos, y ella se estremeció al ver esos ojos, él se volvió a acercar a una distancia de no más de un paso, la tomó de la mano, acercó su rostro hasta casi tocarla y mientras ella seguía atónita, y mirándola fijamente a los ojos, le dijo:

- No tengo miedo de acercarme, dentro de mi hay un infierno en donde me encantaría que dejaras vivir a tus demonios, de cualquier forma, convivirían con los mios.

El conejo en la luna.

- ¿Has alguna vez escuchado la leyenda del conejo en la luna?

- Alguna vez la escuché, pero no la recuerdo bien.

- Habla acerca de un pequeño conejo que ofrece su vida a Quetzalcóatl, es una linda historia acerca de ofrecer lo que se tiene para contribuir a la felicidad de alguien más desinteresadamente. O algo así, creo...

- Puede ser, pero ¿a qué viene todo eso?

- Bueno, a veces creo que deberíamos hacer eso, digo, en general, ser un poco más desprendidos con lo que tenemos, como el conejo.

- Pero el conejo ofreció su vida.

- Sí, y hay personas por las cuáles vale la pena ofrecerla y darla.

- ¿De verdad crees eso?

- Por supuesto, incluso más allá de tu familia.

- Osea que...

- ... 

- ¿Hay alguien lo suficientemente importante para ti como para dar la vida por esa persona? Me refiero a, fuera de tu familia.

- Bueno, quizá.

- ¿Quizá? No puedes tener una persona por la cuál "quizá" darías la vida.

- ¿Por qué?

- ¡Sólo imagínalo! ¿Si la tuvieras que ofrecer en un momento crítico? No tendrías posibilidad de duda, o la ofreces o no.

- Ummm. Creo que tienes razón.

- ¿Crees? ¡Es cierto! No tendrías por qué tener ni un segundo de duda ante un cuestionamiento de esa magnitud, estoy de acuerdo que existen personas importantes en tu vida, por las cuáles darías muchas cosas, pero sólo pocas son aquellas por las cuáles sacrificarías todo, TODO, sin un ápice de dudas.

- Tienes razón.

- ¿Y entonces?

- ¿Entonces... qué?

- ¿La tienes? ¿Existe esa persona que podría llevarse tu vida si fuera necesario?

- Tú me has dado la respuesta.

- ¿Y esa es?

- No, no la hay. Pero sé que la habrá.

- Hhhhhhmmm. Seguramente, se paciente.

- Lo soy... En fin...

- ¿Alguna otra leyenda de la que quieras hablar?

- No de momento.

- De acuerdo, entonces ¡¿Podrías concentrarte en lo que estábamos haciendo y dejar de ver la luna que te tiene embobado hace horas?!

- ¡Ya voy! ¡Ya voy! (Que hermosa luna.)

Gemini moon. Part2: The evil face.

Some time later, the same person, wakes up again at 5 am in the morning.

Huh? 5 am? Damn! I swear my alarm buzzed. Hhhhm, well, I can sleep a little more. Huh? The moon again? Wow, it's really beautiful, I've ever thought so...

And here we go again. You again in my mind? Damn! This is unbelievable, I don't why I don't understand that you're not for me, I tried to be your friend, and what did you do? You just ignored me, you just pretended nothing happened with me, and I know you realized that I like you.

I looked for you, every single day, and every time I had a chance I asked you to go out, sometimes you said yes, other, well, you just didn't answer me. But you know what? That was my fault! My entire fault. I was an idiot, I knew we weren't supposed to be together, and tried to be a nice person to you, I tried to show you that you were so important to me, that I didn't want to be with no one else but you, and I'm pretty sure you knew it, and, well... I like to think that you felt the same way, but you killed your feelings for me, and that's... No, that's not OK, we won't be together because none of us tried anything and just killed something that could have been really really good.

Anyway, right now, I'm really mad at you, because you played with me, you knew I was crazy about you, and just gave me some hints that disappeared every time I tried to tell or do you something nice with you, I remember when we walked... Forget it, just... 

Well, it's 5:30, this took me less time than the last one, maybe because I'm mad at you. You know? I understand, and I won't insist anymore, if this is the way you want it, this is the way it's gonna be. So, maybe it's not your fault, but I'm tired of this, and I won't ask you again for anything.

Too bad it could've been so great. Anyway, goodbye.

Gemini moon. Part 1: The nice face.

Someone somewhere wakes up at 5 in the morning.

Hhhmmm... 5 am, well, I still have some time to sleep. 

Why's there so much light? Oh, the moon. Wow, it looks beautiful... Damn, you again in my mind! I promised myself I won't do this anymore, that I won't think of you as often as I used to, but, I can't, it's too hard for me not thinking of you, and with this awesome view, the only thing I want, is being with you, hold you in my arms 'till you sleep, and then, watch you sleep, keep your dreams, kiss your eyes and forget about everything but you.

Why don't you get away from my mind? Why don't you make things easy for me? You know, I learned a new french term for my actual situation: "La doleur exquise", and I'm pretty sure it won't go away from me, because, well, you're someone unreachable for me, for everything... Not just, well... I wish we met before we did, maybe that way, I could be with you, maybe... oh God; maybe, I wish, I could... It's just I really wanna be with you and... I can't.

Such a terrible answer for me, don't you think? (Again talking to you when you're not even here...) Anyway, I promise you I'll keep working of taking you out of my head, and out of my heart and, everywhere else, I'll just be your friend and, that's all, even if that's the most painful thing for me, I have to do it because it's no good for me.

Oh! By the way, maybe someday I tell you everything about my feelings, meanwhile, good night, nice dreams, rest well and... Oh my! 6 o'clock, damn! I just have a few minutes before I... Oh look! Such a beautiful moon... ... ... not again!! Good night kiddo, or should I say, morning? Well. You're not even here, I mean, physically... See ya later!

(Part 2)

Believe me. Part III.

- What is this?
- What?
- This things you're making me feel.
- Ummm. I don't know. What are you feeling?
- I don't know how to describe it.
- Try.
- Well. It's something warm growing up inside my chest, invading everything.
- Does it feel good?
- Very good.
- I guess you've started to feel it.
- What?
- My reflection.
- Is this how you feel about me?
- I guess. 
- You guess?
- Yes, because that's the same feeling I have everytime I see you, but...
- But what?
- But it keeps growing and growing, and I can´t stop it until some part of me is like... flying.
- Flying like you're standing in clouds.
- Yes! That's right. Above clouds.
- And your eyes can only see... well... me?
- Are you feeling that?
- Well, right now I'm standing in some kind of clouds, and...
- And?
- There it is!
- What?
- The thing we've been looking for!
- Really?
- I'm sure about that?
- Why are you sure?
- Well, I can see "me" in "you".
- And I can see "me" in "you".
- This is really great!
- Sure. Do you believe me now?
- Yes. I believe you.

Believe me. Part II.

- So. Can you see your reflection in my eyes now?
- No. I still can't see it.
- Why?
- Because there is something blurry in them. Something that makes me unable to see me in them.
- What could that be?
- I don't know. Maybe you should answer that. 
- Me?
- Yes. You.
- Why me?
- Because they are yours. And you are letting that blur be stronger than my reflection. So, you don't want me to reflect in your eyes.
- But... I want you to reflect in me.
- Are you sure?
- Well... Yes.
- You are hesitating! And that... Well, you are not so sure.
- But I want to be sure.
- I can help you. If you want, of course.
- Really? How?
- Well, you have to let me be closer to you.
- But you are already close to me.
- Well yes, but, I need to be closer, so you can see what I feel.
- ...
- And I'm sure once you have seen and felt what's inside me, we will reflect each other's images.
- And... What do you need to be closer to me?
- Mmmm... We can start with a big hug. Come here.
- ...
- (This feels so great.)
- Are you sure this is a good start? (This feels pretty good.)
- Yes. I'm sure. Believe me.

Believe me.

- You know? I don't want to be your friend now.

- Why?

- Because if I become your friend, my possibilities to become something more for you, will be less.

- ...

- Yeah, I know it's complicated but just think (like me) about it: I want to become something else for you, I want us to be together, and by that, we will become friends. I know this may be weird fof you, but for me... It represents a lot of things. And, well, we will eventually be friends, and friendship lasts forever, and forever is when I want to be with you. And... so.

- And so?

- Yeah. I have so much things to say to you, but it's not the time, so, I'll just say that.

- And when will be the time for you to say those things?

- Later.

- When is "later"?

- When I look into your (perfect) eyes and see my reflection, because that reflection will mean that you're feeling the same and that will be all we can see.

- Is that possible?

- Yes, it is. Believe me.

Postear o no postear...

No están para saberlo ni yo para contarlo (literal) pero hace algunos ayeres me dio por escribir algunos capitulos de un cuento de madrugada. La verdad es que algunas cosas me salieron bien, otras no tanto. El punto es que me están dando ganas de escribirlo nuevamente pero dedicándole un poco más de tiempo.

Ya veré cómo lo cuento, los nuevos nombres de los personajes, lugares y demás. Perdón por no darle formato a está entrada, la versión de blogger para móviles aún no está tan mona. (Ya le di formato desde mi PC jojo)