Vacuum vagrant wandering shadow, invisible and forgotten. Almost inert. Invisible to the blinded eyes of those who do not want to see. Quiet, touching chords of silence. Solitary, because solitude imposed on it. Intangible, like the shadow that stalks and attacks. Thus described and judged by its appearance, without knowing it. For all, nothing. For anyone Noara.
A girl with black eyes, his soul torn by grief. His hands soft as the breeze that caresses. Sunrise red hair and skin as white, translucent, almost touching it. Dark dresses and bare feet. In sad and tired steps trappings. Wandering paths that the distance from the village, in which lived on the shores of the sea.
beach she was born and was the depository of their tears, when death snatched his parents and childhood. Bequeathing her first encounter with grief, giving his only companion, solitude. Time taught him to hide his pain, because the wounds are still deep grooves. It was the sea who drank his tears when drifted nostalgia. It was the twilight who offered her calm, in which death of the day, had for a moment, nothing.
And when the dawn awoke, was already dressed, in the shelter of his humble abode. Tangled brush and watercolors longings with which he painted asleep on silk scarves. Only ephemeral tourists, at any time of year, were those who bought his art. As it was, his only sustenance.
was an afternoon of one day. In a heavy rain heralded a storm, the sea was becoming brave. Not as much as his soul, in which the sobbing sky is aunaba with memories. I needed distraction for the absence is not forthcoming. He was leafing through the pages of a magazine and in a moment, time stopped.
There, on a crumpled paper, almost old, woke up for him the image of children. With blank stares, lost in the air of nothing. Recognizing the loneliness that she breathed. A framed magazine article about a cancer center and how children, suffering from leukemia, clung to life. He spoke of new medicines, undergoing radiation and chemotherapy, life expectancy, while the image of a small whispered fears and need for hope. A silent tear ran and drove the absence of nothing. A teardrop kissed your soul, and awoke Noara. As I read the article again, got rid of his loneliness. And he began to dress with that of those children not yet known.
noted an address given at the bottom of the photo. He lit a candle for each of them. And he began to write a letter in the stillness of the night. A white paper and the argument presented shaky, afraid to talk about it. Wrote of fear and loneliness, was sent to them. He said goodbye yearning and longing to know the sadness to fade. The sign of hope, it was not necessary to its name. And when the rain still mingled with tears, was sent.
After a full day and surprise her, knocked on his door the answer. In a green was writing his name and the back of a sender stored in his memory. Within fifteen envelopes lying, those who had read his letter. And thank you wrote your soul opening and closing their sentences. He read them over and over again until he knew everything about them. Their fears, to contemplate the desolation of hair loss, vomiting and nausea, taste involved in each medicine, the possibility that he left a marrow transplant. Learning the meaning of cancer. Discover the white blood cells and leukocytes. Growing up at once, accepting destiny, living with the disease. Keeping the faith one day soon, be healthy. He met his dreams and wrote them with watercolors on tissue Silk. To protect them from oblivion, and when it was time to fly them out.
Since then painted longing for the days sleeping. And at night, fifteen candles lit, giving the soul in words. They told stories of mermaids and dolphins. He told fairy tales, shared their dreams. He wrote every day, and never went unanswered. Comforted when the beat down tired, looked pale and without the hair, however always smiling. He offered love and companionship in their path uncertain. Gave them a bit of it, a bit of hope.
This happened years and life and found her alone, her body bending load both penalties. With his steps and slow, and once soft hands were already shaking now. The time you stole the red dawn of her hair and in return they are painted white. The same time overshadowed his life, bequeathing the darkness in his eyes. Of the fifteen candles girls, some extinguished its flame, and even suffering, burned new. Her heart was bowed down with grief for the loss, and breathe halos of joy for those who traveled.
With my soul already withered and tired of marching, he saw in the gloom the kiss of death. He closed the door to life and steps loaded with her on her last walk. The sunset on the beach found her dressed in white for the first time. The night was covered with its mantle of stars, and hugged her and calm, and sleep. The waves calmed down and the sea thundered calm. From her womb came silent eternal peace. A procession of jellyfish danced their way, while he pointed the way mist. The dull eyes of a wounded soul, the expected long ago. He took her in his arms, dipped her hands into the soil, and sand was meadow. He stroked her face hidden in the wrinkles. Set in gold and silver a tear to not be forgotten. The moon reflected its translucent skin and lit the brightness of light that dwelt in her soul. Air, land, water and fire, which gave him the glass put their flame. For the dolphins was buried at the bottom of the waters, in that its light never extinguished. The breeze rose dreams painted on silk scarves, it was this time, which began their flight. He whistled a sad song of farewell, and took refuge in the snails to hide his regret. The sea was built to the skies and went into the night, throwing soft on the sand, to take into oblivion it's nothing.
When the backwater of the water reflected the dawn, a hummingbird emerged from her womb, with a tear enshrined in gold and silver, hanging from its wings. For all the blue, for some hope. For anyone Noara. Which has received comfort.
