still remember the sound of the wind rocking my hair that strange sensation on my skin clear as snow. My memories go back to that strange day in some part of my vast country, one of those endless summer nights.
My memory on that particular sailing and warm humid day, had recently finished raining and had been out walking the dirt streets. I remember even the beautiful and huge mountains near the place, people moving through the streets from time to time looking at a window and bicycles that used to walk down the street. My ears still hear the rattle of the bicycle tires and the noise made when hitting the rocks. But now that this so far immersed in the darkness of my mind, I can not go back to those days of sunshine and warmth, these clubs will not let me escape to my freedom, my treasured freedom.
still remember that person who always kept me so afraid that you had, always following me slowly and carefully, watching me, stalking his prey as if about to be devoured by the darkness of his soul corrupt.
That day was the end of those eyes full of hunger, I walked hurriedly into the mountains, no longer stand being harassed by the penetrating peeping and hiding in the darkness of night robe.
remember that I almost ran through the foliage of the place until you reach a kind of precipice, looked back and there was my watch, my executioner. For a moment I felt I wanted to believe that it was all an illusion, but it was true, he was always there watching me. I still remember the bruises which I did in my legs when I ran through the trees, remember that color blood, and as that warm liquid trickling down my legs.
But what I remember most was that particular situation, that kind of fight he had with that person and me. I looked into her eyes and attack was launched. I remember the struggle that was, as many times I bump into a couple of rocks, like my arms were tight and in part still remember that touch me hard, even in the lonely nights I have horrible dreams about it.
So many pushes from one side to the other, many bruises ended in a tragic end, I still remember his face in amazement when he slipped and fell through the cracks, I still see seas that blood gushed everywhere and his face cadaverous looking for anything on the floor.
the situation looked indifferent, there he was in the back of my mind that corpse with my own face, my own body, and I myself to be there on the edge of the cliff watching as his blood dripped slowly that small proportion of me. Maybe someday I'll regret for having killed so cruelly, perhaps never will, but for sure I'll remember this life, the death of my other self.
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