Sunday, April 3, 2011

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Certainty

was not true. His gaze was not true. His smile either. Only a set of orchestrated actions, patterned in advance in some dark dungeon of Abu Ghraib. During the walk was too nice, too condescending about my words. And it was all a lie. Behind the sweetness was a trap inevitable a siren song off by the eternal sound of water flowing under our feet.

The river was not deep. We walked on the water without wetting your feet in full. She nodded as I spoke about my novel. He sought in his words a council to help me out of my encystment, and spent three months as a point of no return.

But she just smiled and said yes to all the ideas that were around my head. I released her hand and slowly started walking faster until I took fast enough to believe that he was running. My footsteps cut innate uniformity of water expanding as the harmonic waves a rope to be pressed. I turned my face to see if it was me but my eyes could not see.

When stopped, the water covered my legs just to the knees but my clothes were completely wet. I decided to take it off and plunge my body in the river bed. The water was pure, he could paint it blue on a map without fear of being wrong. When submerged my head, her voice came to my ears with total clarity. Then I knew she loved me.

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