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Amelie's head was confronting a messy battle between her thoughts while
her feet were promenading along the Santa Monica's beach. Her body felt like a
puzzle with missing pieces and she thought she knew where they were thrown.
"What a haziness" - she sighed. "A few
minutes were enough to say out loud the closing sentence of a years long story.
I've put my all in this and maybe that's why I haven't seen the last page was
coming. He should have warned me, but he didn't dare to. No, he didn't, neither
did he dare to keep on holding my hand. And now that we've put this book back
in the bookshelf, I can see clear how things were standing and why did he do
that."
She had already passed through the pier ride, crowds of
people, along the beach and it was only when she entered a quite park nearby
that she understood how loud she'd been talking to herself. Fear was just a
word when she sat at the first bench she saw. Darkness filled every pixel of
the image her eyes were capturing and her only friends were grasshoppers taking
care of the background music. The next battle inside her head was about to
begin.
"He fed up of being the one in the back, as I always
dared to be the first one opening unexplored paths. I know he fed up of
feeling not a man in the meaning of how humanity has defined a man. And
why should the balance of power always be heavier on a man’s side when women have proved wrong, now and a million Sundays back in history? I know men
that fear horses as they might not control them. I just set myself free of a man
that feared the darkness and is leaving unknown the other half of his world. And
I know women that still keep on changing history, as they measure their life in
brave moments they live, not in breathing moments. Now I’m free and I can see
the difference between love acts and “showing power” acts. But, experience has
planted on me seeds of doubt and today I’m questioning the existence of true
love around us. The grasshoppers are not giving me an answer.”
A young couple was entering the park when she decided to have another walk on the beach, this time less confused. Children were running here and there like protons in the nucleus and their smiley faces were proving their positivism. A soft guitar melody was echoing in her ears and she decided to follow that sound. His voice reached her heart: “Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…” – she looked up in the sky and there was the message she wanted to receive. It took her an eyes opening conversation with herself to see that love is all around. The moon tonight was all red, hiding the missing pieces of her puzzle and the missing pieces of million people’s hearts. She took a long breath from the wind she believed the moon was blowing her, and after that all was good. All was good!
A young couple was entering the park when she decided to have another walk on the beach, this time less confused. Children were running here and there like protons in the nucleus and their smiley faces were proving their positivism. A soft guitar melody was echoing in her ears and she decided to follow that sound. His voice reached her heart: “Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see…” – she looked up in the sky and there was the message she wanted to receive. It took her an eyes opening conversation with herself to see that love is all around. The moon tonight was all red, hiding the missing pieces of her puzzle and the missing pieces of million people’s hearts. She took a long breath from the wind she believed the moon was blowing her, and after that all was good. All was good!
R.N.
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