There I was, standing beside the bus was in motion. From the window she said "I love you" with silent words and hand made me a farewell gesture put heading to bye bound. When the bus turned, with the last look, a tear fell from my eyes to the ground leaving a dark circle and salt on the pavement. There I was
. Viewed from the terrace of one of the great buildings around was nothing but an insignificant point lost in the tide of souls who lived their lives, and more leisurely frenzy about others, but all have something in common: the certainty of an objective , a future and a company.
When I turned around and started walking towards me walking out the feeling of develworkmen had erected to prevent access to the property, with great care, I jumped and I fell on the other side, just above a pile of rubble, so as to fall short.
That's when I realized what I was doing and who was I to come face to face and the risks involved in such an encounter. But anyway, I guess it was something I had to do a favor that I owed it to myself, so I entered the building. The place was about to fall, everything was dismantled. It was once a block of flats was now only a shell of concrete and steel, as it were bones and a strong smell of damp pervaded every corner.
I approached the stairs, which were very close but estor and a very unusual silence pervades everything. And then from behind a door down the hall I heard his voice say "come."
obeyed and walked towards the door like a dog to call his master, only that he was not exactly my love but my judge and my decision. Suddenly want to see you more than anything so do not hesitate to push the door open and entered the room.
There he was, next to the window. His silhouetted against the sky white clouds that looked from the window without glass. Tall, strong, compelling, safer than the day follows night. His proud bearing, his long black hair, smooth and elegant appearance will always remember.
then turned vume? Will you return to laugh?
- I will if you tell me I do not like.
- But I will not say anything. I can not.
- I know!
- Only in your hands. I can not tell you anything.
- And how am I supposed to live without knowing?
- Look out the window to the street and tell me what you see.
I went to the window and looked down the street. There were many cars and people wandering around in their daily lives.
- I see people and cars and buildings ... - All those people you see does not know what your ignorance and try to take their lives forward. I'll present to them letting me know. I am friendly with some.
- you'll see.
- I know. If you have to be, so be it. But I think so. Is there any reason why you're here, you can see me. We shall know in due course.
- How can you have that patience? It seems you do not care.
- Yes I care. A lot. But patience is something I've learned over time.
- When ...?
- Go.
- We shall meet again.
- I know. Take care. Appreciation I have taken over the years.
again obeyed their imperative and left the room closing the door behind me. I walked up the stairs but when I was about to lose something made me la vuelta. Had one last question for you. So brisk returned to the room where we met and opened the door saying:
- I know what ...! The room was empty. Was not there. I noticed that now the traffic noise coming through the broken window and had not previously entered.
She was gone, was not there. He could not have gone. I could not. Desperate shouted - I know! I know! Can you hear me?
with a piercing scream and ran to the window and jumped through it. As he fell I heard a voice in my head saying: "You know nothing. You'll never fool me" Then I felt a bang and everything went black. What ifempty pressure in my eyes and he looked at me condescendingly. I felt like a little boy at the stern gaze of his father. I give a damn man and his opinion.
The rest of the morning was spent looking out the window, motionless. Deaf to the nurses who came from time to time and I said something trying to cheer me up. I was suicidal. Poor. We must help. Nobody understood me, and nobody would ever understand. And he had laughed at me. I had returned the bastard.
In the evening I was looking wistfully through the window as snow fell on the city. Then a voice rang out across the bed. A voice sweet and warm. "Hello" The warmth of tone hi mezo turn your head to that person.
- I am a psychologist from the hospital. I come to speak with you. - Hello. Let's talk.
The conversation we had that evening was but the prelude to many more intimate and outside the hospital. I came to understand that gravity can kill but that this fall was my cure. In that person found what you were looking desperately. She made the question ceased to have importance in my head. Now, years later, I write this and now I realize that he had not really played with me and told me that the way I wanted to know. There was, finally. I stood before me. And in that moment all fear left and pront ... I was happy.
