Azotes al alma [ESP-ENG] | A 5 minute freewrite

— No sé qué hacer, solo daño, deshago, rompo, hago estragos, no mejoro, lastimo y desamparo... No soy más que basura en este camino con clavos, no soy más que escoria que no debería siquiera haberse atrevido a empezar aquel primer inhalado y exhalado ¿Qué virtud hay en que siga en este plano? Detesto este lado de mi que solo sabe gritar, escupir y maldecir — expresaba una hermosa dama mientras golpeaba su alma.

— Ese lado no define todo lo que eres, puedes mejorar poco a poco, no es algo que suceda de un día a otro... — le respondió un joven que conoció por causalidades de quizás ese ser que conocemos como Dios.

— ¿Tú qué sabes? No entiendes lo que he vivido, llevo años andando en este sin sentido.

— Eso no define tu destino, aunque esa palabra sea tan ambigua y cargada de misticismo, cliché y motivación de video de algún hombre con traje y un fondo musical que inspiraría a llorar o reír.

— entre risas culposas la pequeña virtuosa le responde: — No entiendo como logras que haga lo que no quiero, entre mis dramas te quedas y sé que si vieras mis peores facetas te largarías y no volverías aunque te pagaran por ello

— Aquí sigo, puedes desahogarte si lo deseas, comprendo el dolor, comprendo las penas, he vivido el desprecio, he vivido el hambre, he vivido el luto y el ver como varios de mis sueños se alejan por injusticias, decisiones de quienes nos precedieron.

— No te entiendo, sé que en unos meses dejarás de siquiera responder a lo que te expreso pero agradezco que seas lindo y trates de ayudarme en estos momentos.

— Está bien, aquí estaré mientras pueda pero por favor no sigas alimentando ese desprecio, te lastimas, eres mucho más de lo que unas cuantas malas experiencias te quieren pintar.

— No todo es tan fácil de resolver, mi pesimismo no cesará con facilidad. — dijo la joven poco antes de la que conversación fuese a terminar.

— Es difícil, es difícil pasar por estos momentos en los que el verdugo es uno mismo, pero sé que lo lograrás y esto servirá de testimonio para quienes en el futuro pasen por lo mismo.

— No para de sorprenderme tu optimismo... — dijo la joven en un tono que rozaba la ironía junto a algo de ira.

- I don't know what to do, I only hurt, I undo, I break, I wreak havoc, I don't get better, I hurt and forsake..... I'm nothing but trash on this spiked road, I'm nothing but scum that shouldn't even have dared to start that first inhale and exhale What virtue is there in me still being on this plane? I hate this side of me that only knows how to scream, spit and curse - expressed a beautiful lady as she beat her soul.

- That side does not define all that you are, you can improve little by little, it is not something that happens from one day to the next.... - answered a young man that she met by causalities of perhaps that being we know as God.

- What do you know, you don't understand what I have lived through, I have been walking in this nonsense for years.

- That does not define your destiny, although that word is so ambiguous and loaded with mysticism, cliché and motivation of a video of some man in a suit and a musical background that would inspire you to cry or laugh.

- Between guilty laughs the little virtuous girl answers: - I don't understand how you get me to do what I don't want, you stay between my dramas and I know that if you saw my worst sides you would leave and you wouldn't come back even if you were paid for it.

- Here I am, you can unburden yourself if you wish, I understand the pain, I understand the sorrows, I have lived the scorn, I have lived the hunger, I have lived the mourning and to see how several of my dreams go away because of injustices, decisions of those who preceded us.

- I don't understand you, I know that in a few months you will stop even responding to what I express to you but I thank you for being nice and trying to help me in these moments.

- It's ok, I'll be here as long as I can but please don't keep feeding that contempt, you hurt yourself, you are much more than what a few bad experiences want to paint you.

- Not everything is so easy to solve, my pessimism will not cease easily. - said the young woman shortly before the conversation was about to end.

- It is difficult, it is difficult to go through these moments in which the executioner is oneself, but I know that you will succeed and this will serve as a testimony for those who in the future will go through the same thing.

- Your optimism never ceases to amaze me? - said the young woman in a tone that bordered on irony along with some anger.