Hoy el viento me trajo, me trajo para escribir y como siempre solo dejo que mis dedos atropellen el teclado, solo dejo que ellos hablen y digan frases que casi ni pasan por mi cerebro, que hablen y que sean, sin que si quiera yo me de cuenta de ello. Solo dejo que lo bello o lo horrible que hay en mi salga relucir al mundo, que las cosas que tengo que decir sean dichas, que mi ser deje de esconderse debajo del caparazón de hormigón. No es fácil, no me produce tanto placer como debería, y aunque I'm afraid I let go, I leave that out, plus I have dared to show the world, albeit distorted, but the world has seen. I just want to talk just wanted to say and tell, singing and dancing, going to the mountains and let me float in the foam of a waterfall, alone and forgotten but happy, indestructible, unknowable and omnipresent, being one with the world. Let the vague thought fast and autonomous body to return to the basics and the sublime disregard the superfluous and cyberspace. I would go to infinity and stay there forever, looking for that here I could not find. Looking for that I am.
I tell a story, want and think I have like, leave the best things in the world, just for the sake of removing them, maybe it's just the desire to be recognized and found in the pages of history. Maybe it's just that intention selfish and perfectly human, but still wanted to ... I want this life serve for something, or at least that I can believe that lie, although it has roamed the world looking for the answer and never have found .
I will tell a story, it will be big as herself, as she will be the best one, and it will be beautiful as herself, if only I who see well. If only I which touches me reading it, or even if I did not read it again. And she will tell it, let the world continue in its balance, the world, my world I have in my head and I perceive, the world continued to exist and be released from bondage. My story spoke of a being, a being lost in space and time. A little similar to an animal Silvio Rodríguez galaxies a being from nothing. Of course for many psychoanalysts that being in many ways could be a way of talking about myself, but sometimes I could be part of the story that makes you unhappy, or character that makes life impossible. Around this will be the world as I see it, around the life unveil their secrets .... well the secrets have been revealed to me that, maybe, are the ones I made up myself. So, although I am not completely the character, my world tell that story, tell my story and I'll be in any way, by showing the world that I am and I live .
When the term has ceased to live, I will have it released all the energy of my being, or at peace. As if by a magic weapon and leave it part of life itself so that it can be filled with supernatural power. The story of my energy feed, if not I have energy for something like that but the I can have. Be the best place to leave, and the best way to die. But I can only die when the story is finished, and not as it takes me. Not when I start, perhaps already started. But I can take a long time, that while something is in me shall live and not finish the story telling. Will my way to survive in the world forever.
The world was and will be a mess, I know, and I knew it ..... Gardel when he said that it remains true that today as before. My story, also by definition have that crap in the world, and at times will just wrap this shit and that constitutes, but the small flashes of hope and brightness will be the engine that will keep standing. Be hope for you or for me that is worth pursuing to the next page is the same thing that keeps my feet and would not let me die
My story, however, have a beginning and an end, unlike almost all stories. But will it be infinite?, No. Maybe you will be more than infinite, omnipresent, will have neither beginning nor end but perhaps more accurate to say that this principle and so will be too confusing to define them. The point is only begin where I began, and before that there can be nothing, at least not for me. But since I can not guarantee that someone else has something before I start, then we will assume that my starting point will be the beginning of the universe, by definition. Do you think of this idea, the beginning of the universe makes 24 years and 11 months, would be a good title. A little pretentious and self-centered? In the end it does not matter. Similarly end where I end and by definition that's the end of the universe about which we speak.
Some of my friends will disagree with my budget on the early universe, but either way with this definition I am giving the story I tell will be infinite since it began and ended with the birth and death time. What do you think my readers?, And not because I am speaking in the plural, when few exceptions that a text is read in the singular, so it should just say my reader, or my poor reader sentenced to listen (this will be more true if I happened to be the only one I read, poor wretch!).
But as history has to be told, the complexity of this confusion of dimensions that this fact any universe that respects me and makes me means (I thought) starting from any point in space-time. That at least if you claim that something can be understood, and as the unsuspecting reader might be guiding your mind to a job easier to cope with (and perhaps much more entertaining) and bringing his hand to control the TV, try to start short in the most simple. As the reader will quickly realize that space-time does not exist in any plane of existence known, it is not in my mind. But still, I ask that I be allowed to explain that the space-time of my story is not necessarily to do with the omnipresence of my history. So, my dear reader (and we're going into trust no?) do not be surprised if the first letters do not discuss the atomic Big-bang or something. My story will be omnipresent in the dimensions of my mind, as she will be captured, my entire universe, all me, all super-ego, or any other expression of my being. But the space-time that happens it will not be ubiquitous, much less infinite, so of course I have to start somewhere, and the reader must trust me, and not wonder too much about what happened before or after My story is told, at the risk of their own mental health. Must also believe the little he will tell about the background, and forgives the fence to be delayed in getting to know the details of the future. If my dependent count them all in an instant but, the laws of thermodynamics, quantum mechanics, information theory, and what takes me typing on the keyboard prevents me. So patience, we live in a world slowly and with more freedoms and laws that I think that not only occurs in my mind. I hope we agree on that dear reader, and I hope it is clear the reasons for my apparent contradiction. Finally .... I hope my story does not end before .. just in case, leave this prologue that at least show the world my intention to show that he had much to say that was never said. show .. I was there but not seemed.
