Predictions

{ June 7, 2009 @ 2:42 am } · { Writings }
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“Do you remember how the future was? Look how it is now! What happened? Have we expected too much, or are we loosing faith?”

I remember myself staring at my brother and his friends. I was 8 and they were 13. Maybe that was the first time I realized that I wanted to grow up. Time was too slow, and I didn’t have much patience. I wanted to have fun like they did, to spend the evening playing soccer, to decide what I wanted to do for myself. I was so happy to be watching them play video-games, or telling jokes together, so I couldn’t imagine how great it could be to be like them.

Then suddenly, that day arrived. 22 June 2001. I finally was 13!! So I sat down and waited for the good times to come. I really enjoyed that day, but it wasn’t the way I thought. I felt just like the day before, when I was only 12 years and 364 days old, so I started thinking that Time had forgot my birthday.

That year, my brother started university. And once again, I wished I could be there in his place. I didn’t like being 13 anymore, I wanted to be 18! The 5 years that I would have to wait seemed to me like a Christian believer’s life they have to “suffer” as a punishment before going to heaven.

Today, I’m almost 21, finishing my third course at university and nothing seems to be as I once dreamt. Thirteen years have gone and nothing have been the way I expected it to be. But I think it’s a great thing that the future doesn’t match our predictions. Otherwise I guess life will be so boring.

So I’ll keep making my predictions to let the future surprise me.

Little rain drops

{ May 30, 2009 @ 5:47 pm } · { Writings }
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“The little rain drops keep their way to the floor. Somewhere, someone looks at the sky and smiles. ‘Nice to feel you again on my skin!’“

In the small apartment, night knocked on the window interrupting their trivial conversation. A brief look at the clock made he remember it was time to go. They put their shoes on, a light pullover and open the door. “Ey, don’t forget the keys!”

In their way downstairs, everything seemed different. The lights didn’t worked because of yesterday’s storm. Slowly, passing their hands through the wall, they approached the outside door. A shy grey light was waiting for them there. She placed her hand on the knob, and then…

The cold wind was there to welcome them. But he wasn’t alone. An army of colorful lights coming from the fluorescent shop’s signs were fighting against the night darkness. The result was a great combination of gloomy loneliness and shiny company. As they walked through the street, they had the feeling something was missing. They try to find what was that on the strangers they passed by in the street, or maybe on the shops… But found nothing.

Suddenly, a light rain appeared on their street. They could see the little rain drops crossing the color lights before hitting their faces. Then, they stared to each other for a while, with a great smile on their faces.

“We finally found it!”

And that night, rain cleaned everything that went wrong between them.

Soundtrack

{ May 26, 2009 @ 2:25 am } · { Writings }
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“Again, waiting for my eyes to close. Then, someone rewinds the tape and I wake up in a “brand new old day” with a different soundtrack.“

Wake up. Come on, it’s the third time you turn off the alarm clock. Once again, you won’t have time to have a shower. Don’t even think about breakfast. Yes, you should have gone to bed earlier, but now there’s nothing you can do. Just get out of bed. I know it’s freezing, that will help you to get ready faster.

Why do you look through the window? You know it’s raining again, as you can hear the water hitting the glass. So put on your raincoat and start walking. Do you know what time is it? You’ll be late before you leave!

The street is so wet that your feet won’t keep safe more than a minute. But you’re getting used to it. The drops running through the cars windows won’t let you see your face, maybe it’s for your own sake. So the best thing you can do is to turn on the music, and walk. Enjoy your last half minute of dry feet.

“You can’t always get what you want – The Rolling Stones”

Of course you can’t. You would love to be in bed. You would like a better weather, maybe you would wish to be somewhere else. Oh, and you would like to see some friends who left long time ago. But you just can’t. The only thing that you can do now is to keep walking the same streets you walk every morning. You can look at the same people you pass everyday and keep wondering where they’re going to. But definitely this is not what you want.

Well, finally you arrived to your destiny! Again, 10 minutes late.

Day passed by so slow, like when you see a movie you already know by heart. You know you should have gone to bed some time ago, but you can’t finish your day this way. You need to live something new today, something you haven’t found on TV. Now go to bed, and use your last minutes of conscience to think what would be tomorrows soundtrack.

Wake up.

Question yourself

{ May 24, 2009 @ 12:04 am } · { Writings }
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“Questions are much important than answers. What would you pick; a question with no answer, or an answer for a question that nobody asked?’”

The words resonated on the room for a while. As they made their way into the air, everybody stopped talking. The question formed by those words shut down every conversation and urged people to move their thoughts away and start working on an answer. With a mysterious smile, the owner of the question stared at the crowd’s eyes. For the first time, people shared the same answer; Silence.

Quietly, some voices started to break that silence they had answered at the same time. That voices were then followed by the same noise that filled the room before the question came. A noise full of answers and facts, a noise where the loudest voice holds the truth.

Meanwhile, the guy with the mysterious smile was going out of the building. The question was still in his mind, and as he walked away through the misty street, he whispered those words again;

“Are we dreaming or are we living?”

Blue light

{ May 21, 2009 @ 3:12 pm } · { Writings }
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“As the sun falls on the horizon, the light turns from red to blue. For the first time in the whole day, the city matches his soul.”

Nothing to be done today. I just have to try my best to enjoy the day, but it is hard to get started. For a long time, I’ve been looking for a day like this one, a day with anything to care about. And now it has come, I feel a bit weird. I guess I miss something I can worry about, something able to tell me which way to go.

As the hours make their way to the sunset, I give up to make something different to spend the day. Slowly, what I’ve been waiting for so long turns in the usual routine of everyday. The only difference is that today it is my fault, and that makes me feel worst.

But suddenly, while I keep my eyes on the window wishing something comes through it to rescue me from boredom, I notice a change. The sun is heading the horizon, and as it hides, a blue light spreads all along the street. Something in my mind asks me to go outside and let that light touch me.

In my way down the stairs, a sad smile appears in my face.

Clock’s time

{ May 18, 2009 @ 9:35 pm } · { Writings }
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“When the clock decided to take a holiday, it didn’t expect Time to had change before it came back.”

He was tired. So tired. His whole life had been the same ticking, second after second, day after day, life after life. Since he was born, the clock was meant just to stay there, doing his job. In his place, up in the city hall’s tower, he had seen many things. In the beginning, he enjoyed most of the things. He liked how people stare at him, just to see how time passes by. He liked his job, and felt just like he was important for his home town.

But as seconds, days, lives passed through his eyes, he started to see how things turned wrong slowly, but constantly. The bad thing was that he couldn’t just close his eyes or walk away, like everyone else would do. The tower forced him to keep his big round eye on everything, so he started to make his way into madness.

So it came the day. He felt so overwhelmed that he couldn’t take it anymore. Lately, nobody seemed to notice he was still there, so he thought it will be safe to disconnect himself for a while. His eyes started to close, while he whispered; “I’ll come back in a minute…”

The next thing he saw was a bigger brand new clock on the top of the tower. And then nothing.

His time was over.

Train Station

{ May 12, 2009 @ 5:59 pm } · { Writings }
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“Your greatest feelings always arrive at a train station.“

6:30.

There he is again. Slowly, he walks to the platform and sits on the ground. A look at the station clock tells him he’s near two hours early. Just as planned. It’s enough time to take a break of his daily routine. For the next two hours, he just has to breathe and feel.

6:47.

An old man arrives at the station. He’s wearing a funny, old fashioned hat. The old man draws a smile while he stare at him, a smile that seems to be saying “Doesn’t matter how much you hurry, you’re gonna miss so many things…”. He wants to smile too, but then he thinks that  it isn’t something you would like to laugh about.

7:03.

While he is wondering who was the last one breathing the air he’s about to breathe, he notices a young couple and their child has just arrived. They are not talking to each other in order not to wake up the kid. But they’re actually having a conversation with their eyes. He tries to translate it, but desists soon, as he never was good at eye-talking. “Who was the last one breathing the air I’m about to breathe?”, he wonders again.

7:41

Suddenly, the kid’s cry wakes him up. A train has come, and the couple, the kid and the old man go inside. At the same time, a long blond haired guy makes his way out of the train. Looks like a little bit confused as he looks at the signs at the station. They’re obviously not in his language, but he stares at them anyway. Then, the guy starts playing the guitar he traveled with, and that makes him finally forget the old man scary smile. “Music really is the universal language”.

8:16

The train arrives at the station. He looks again at the clock and makes sure it’s time to leave. He just can’t believe time passed so fast while listening to that strange guy’s guitar. But it’s true, it is his train. He feels like when he was a kid and the break between his classes ended. He would do anything to stay a little bit longer, but… The blond guy is already on the train, and he must follow him. He looks back at the station and says good bye with his eyes. At least he learned how to say good bye with his eyes.

Bluesman nights

{ May 10, 2009 @ 2:10 pm } · { Writings }
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“The bluesman always liked to walk at night. The moon, city lights and footsteps were always playing a new charming melody just for him.”

That was the reason why he rented an old flat placed on the old city center. A tiny, cold flat, with loud neighbours and soft wall colors. Many friends told him about moving to a better place, but there he had all he needed. He had his city. After living 10 years there, he learned to understand its feelings and translate them to his music.

He used to walk at night, so nobody could break off city’s speech. Just walk, listen and stare. It was so important not to miss a single thing, or everything else would loose its meaning. The shy lights fill the streets of moving shadows, the wind passes through the roads as it whispers something in his ear (something that only his guitar is able to recreate), and the air he breathes tastes like cold. Then, his footsteps plays the rythm of the night’s song.

Then, during the day, he sat near his house and played last night’s song so everyone could hear city’s thoughts.