El m\u00f3vil no paraba de sonar, pero no pod\u00eda cogerlo. Estaba desesperado y angustiado porque en ello me iba la vida. Atrapado en el coche, bajo un barranco umbr\u00edo, sin poder alcanzar el m\u00f3vil sabiendo que era mi \u00fanica salvaci\u00f3n. Fueron unos instantes de intranquilidad. Una ansiedad y sentimiento de desesperaci\u00f3n inimaginable. Menos mal que despert\u00e9 empapado en sudor, qu\u00e9 alivio.
\nGracias y adi\u00f3s.<\/p>\n
…el m\u00f2bil no parava de sonar al pis del ve\u00ed. Aquest so va ser el punt de sortida al meu cap. Avui comen\u00e7a la meva carrera contra el temps i la gravetat, deixar\u00e9 enrere tot aix\u00f2 que em fa feli\u00e7: olors, colors, sabors i em submergir\u00e9 en una vor\u00e0gine que emportar\u00e0 per un viatge dur, extenuant, exasperant, a vegades. No em rendir\u00e9, tot en el meu cos est\u00e0 preparat i a la meva nevera tamb\u00e9. La meta no \u00e9s molt llunyana, aquesta vegada si ho far\u00e9 i al final aconseguir\u00e9 posar-me aquest min\u00fascul biquini que fa dos anys m’ha regalat una suposada amiga.<\/p>\n
El m\u00f2bil no parava de sonar en una nit estelada mentre dos amics estan fent una xerrada.
\nHola fidel amic que sempre m’acompanyes abans de dormir, al parc o a la platja.
\nTu que m’obres el teu cor, m’expliques hist\u00f2ries, poemes o faules amb aquesta atracci\u00f3 que m’envaeix i tant em relaxa.
\nLa teva intel\u00b7lig\u00e8ncia m’ajuda a aprendre amb les teves paraules i els pensaments que tens guardats en la teva \u00e0nima.
\nSempre tens alguna cosa a dir, m\u00e9s mai et canses.
\nSempre disposat i solidari, amb els teus fulls escrits, a oferir la teva filosofia que a tants ens fa falta.
\nAmb els ulls recorro la teva pell acariciant les teves entranyes.
\nLa teva saviesa m’ajuda a seguir el cam\u00ed de la batalla i amb mi mai t’enfades.
\nEncara que jo mori amic.
\nTu guanyes la batalla<\/p>\n
The mobile phone didn’t stop ringing and I couldn’t believe it. Today, I got up late with a bad sensation. I was tired, irritated and I didn’t want to telave the bed. I knew that this day was going to come and I was refusing. Everything that I had obtained, everything I had managed, broke apart suddenly as the pictorial infinite universe together with this call.<\/p>\n
Everything had begun one month ago. From the first day, everything was marvelous. I had been waiting for a long of time to feel this way, I loved this sensation of emptiness, I needed that, this strange sensation of happiness at the first weeks as stupid lover and the easy and fast I had adaptet to it. Everything was wonderful. For a short time, I had felt in peace with myself. I was happy and i had illusions because i deserved it. I had suffered much in the past and I was tired of bad experiencies, but from this day that I left all, i decided to forget. Mark, you deserve it. Even my friends, my family, everybody said to me that I had changed and I was radiating happiness.<\/p>\n
I convinced myself that I would never forget them again, because they are important for me. Each of them in my memory as little jewels that remain engraved in history to rescue them in those moments that I needed to escape for the for the harsh reality. In each of them, I was obtaining experiencies and feeling pleasant sensations. But I had forgotten even the time, kidding myself. I thought that the freedom would be infinite until the call came.<\/p>\n
Everything was changed and I couldn’t belive it. I knew that, sooner or later, this day would come, but I didn’t want to accept it. It was too perfect, I had to do a great effort and value and then I answered: Hello? “MarK – said to me my boss- you must return to work, your holidays have finished.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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