Cuerdas y Letras | "Fiend" | Contenido Original by @leomolina

_{Contenido Original | Cuerdas y Letras by @leomolina}

"Fiend"
January 18, 2022

I

La cabeza le colgaba, a penas sus ojos deslindaban su contorno y una línea remarcaba la tristeza de aquel chico que con sus pasos delataba todo aquel penoso contexto.

Voces iban y venían, ni se inmutaba, estaba seco, se escucha como chasquido con tan solo abrir la boca, su respiración entrecortada, sudoración extrema transpirando abandono, dolor y rencor.

_{His head hung down, his eyes barely outlined its outline and a line highlighted the sadness of that boy who with his steps betrayed all that painful context.}

_{Voices came and went, he didn't flinch, he was dry, you can hear a click just by opening his mouth, his labored breathing, extreme sweating perspiring abandonment, pain and resentment.}

II

Una calle transitada, aceras aglomeradas, mirada a la derecha, un cruce, un callejón, un tipo con traje, zapatos brillantes, reloj caro y muy malas intenciones.

Se escucha un nombre el cual asociaba, pero no sabe a quien corresponde, hace una parada en su caminata y aquel pinchazo dentro de su cabeza lo hace sentir más confundido, piensa que es el momento de abandonar la jugada.

_{A busy street, crowded sidewalks, looking to the right, a crossroads, an alley, a guy in a suit, shiny shoes, an expensive watch and very bad intentions.}

_{A name is heard which he associated, but he does not know who it corresponds to, he makes a stop on his walk and that prick inside his head makes him feel more confused, he thinks it is time to abandon the play.}

III

Aquel tipo con traje se acerca, paso su mano en la espalda, voz quebrada y mirada de decepción con un toque de tristeza, repite aquel nombre como queriendo dar respiración boca a boca a aquel ahogado que de pronto se quebranta por reconocerse en los recuerdos con una tierna longeva que lo llamaba del mismo modo una y otra vez, sin duda era diferente, pero son los rastros de lo que fue.

Ese traje envolvía a un amigo a quien la vida trató distinto, con él también habían recuerdos, y aunque no venía el nombre sabía que era uno de los buenos, ya todo el entorno cambió, pero la confusión lo hace dudar si será bueno parlar o escapar de aquel lugar improvisado donde se ha puesto a prueba la temperatura del infierno que lleva por vida.

_{That guy in a suit approaches, he put his hand on his back, his voice broken and his look disappointed with a touch of sadness, he repeats that name as if wanting to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to that drowned man who suddenly breaks down by recognizing himself in memories with a tender old woman who called him the same way over and over again, without a doubt it was different, but they are the traces of what it was.}

_{That suit wrapped a friend whom life treated differently, with him there were also memories, and although the name did not come he knew he was one of the good ones, the whole environment had already changed, but the confusion makes him doubt if it will be good to talk or escape from that improvised place where the temperature of hell has been tested for life.}

IV

Ilusionado por las posibles respuestas que pudieran rescatar la esencia de la persona que antes existió, sintió lástima, pena, sollozando y aún con la cabeza colgando hace énfasis en no reconocerse, pues piensa que no lo vale, que ya todo está perdido.

Corre, huyendo de lo desconocido decidió renunciar a querer ser nuevamente y seguir muriendo entre delgadas líneas de cal amalgamadas al fuego que emana de sus dedos, que bien sabe que lo borra, pero es sencillamente el lugar donde siempre está mejor... entre recuerdos de nada, siguiendo sueños invisibles porque al cerrar los ojos nada existe, nada estorba, hasta que sea definitivo.

_{Excited by the possible answers that could rescue the essence of the person who existed before, he felt pity, grief, sobbing and still with his head hanging, he emphasizes not recognizing himself, because he thinks he is not worth it, that everything is already lost.}

_{He runs, fleeing from the unknown, he decided to give up wanting to be again and continue dying between thin lines of lime amalgamated with the fire that emanates from his fingers, which he knows well erases him, but it is simply the place where he is always better... between memories you're welcome, following invisible dreams because when you close your eyes nothing exists, nothing gets in the way, until it's definitive.}

_{_elsouvenir}

_{En nuestras mentes existen esos callejones,

la caminata puede ser eterna,

no habrán puertas abiertas cuando predomine la sed,

es allí cuando querrás huir de quien su mano en tu espalda pose.}

_{In our minds there are those alleys,

the walk can be eternal,

there will be no open doors when thirst prevails,

It is there when you will want to run away from someone who puts his hand on your back.}