The anger of the bowels
And I was afraid for myself, not to let those shadows that haunted me so
Shadows, very contradictory filled me with joy for their eternal darkness
Shadows shadows really were not but they were my light, my everything ...
A voice whispered.
- Hello ...
- Who are you? "I asked.
"I am someone who many would call consciousness, known by many, unknown to many," he replied, fair and clear, but equally I could not understand his answer.
- What do you want? Why not see your corporeal being?
"Because I should not be seen, for many I am represented by Angelillo hovering right in your head, for others, I'm just a devil with a Trident bites you, next left in your head. But in reality ... I'm not it one or the other.
"Well ... this becomes a bit strange, anyone who was in my situation would believe that has gone mad," he said, as confused as a nun at a rock festival .
"Yeah ... you're desjuiciado, crazy, insane, but for only one thing ...
- What is that thing? "I asked, intrigued, like when I was small and Christmas approaching, always insisting to my parents, know what gift I had purchased.
-Do not leave out your vast potential, with such force that guards in the depths of your mind and in the depths of your heart, "he replied, almost like a poet.
"You must be more specific ... me," he told the truth, because my mind was a little slow.
"What I mean is ... you should let out all these depths and hidden worlds that your mind and your heart in jail.
"Go ...
" All that to what you'd call imagination, talent or human intelligence, wants to leave the big prison where they are trapped, and that prison ... are the walls of your sturdy, statuesque body, "he said.
- But, what you talking about?-Sin doubts, I was still stunned not understand at all what this spectrum, soul, conscience or whatever, I wanted to explain.
"Just ... let " that ", which vehemently guards out of his cage, as do birds that are released for a new opportunity in natural habitat.
"But ... how do I unlock it like you, you call.
"Well this is the most ironic, only you, know how to release " that "-plus situation becomes confused, it was also quite dark.
After several trials with much failure, I could not make out "that" , as he called incorporeal thing with which he spoke.
- I can not, "I said, I have not got the faintest idea what I speak!
"All in good time ... " patience is the wise, not the Cave "" he said.
tried and tried until finally, as a gift from heaven or hell, I release from the bowels of my body "that" .
- You did, "exclaimed the unknown being who would not let anyone see, or because you paid to all gold in the world.
really had, I let out so that imprisoned in the depths of me.
What happened in those moments was so hurried, like a bullet fired from a powerful caliber revolver.
"This is what I spoke to you, you've finally let out your inner beauty," he said.
What happened when the world changed was very pleasant, but still awful. Since the planet known to humans, and it was only a sad past. My room was still intact, only looking through a window that opened onto the outside, I realized what I was imprisoned with such fury and passion at a time.
- Do you like what your eyes see? "He asked, in an ironic tone.
did not answer, but I could see what he was talking to me. When I looked out the window of rectangular shape, I could appreciate the grotesque change the whole environment that lurked my home.
A new world emerged from the cosmos, vermilion skies mixed with orange and yellow, as the same forges of tartar. In addition, a world that was lacking to the presence of some form of human life. Something I put my skin like a chicken and made the hairs on my body rough man, bristling like a cat to stand against any danger.
But really caught my full attention and also grabbed my testosterone was, get an infinite number of beasts that were to be as tricky as the very father of contention "Lucifer" . Beasts, hovering in the skies of the mayhem, as if dancing to the beat of some music arcana. Also, I could see but not understand other monsters that only passing through the paths of human habitat.
The vast majority of these horrifying beasts from the seventh circle of hell, had no eyes, as If not necessary following their lives peacefully outside the lives of their neighbors. Some, he noted its malnutrition by taking a stick body consumed by flames devouring matter and they could be spotted a mile away a type of herpes that was responsible for covering their bodies like a blanket of plague. And in their bodies dry and consumed by the putrefaction had holes scattered throughout the flesh of which protruded a parasitic species of white.
Also, in this world, there were monsters who were obese with a body damaged by physical punishment, to be exact, punishment of flogging, well suited to the work, leaving trails of flesh on their bodies mutilated. But what really terrified my soul was in the stomach repulsive beasts had babies with no skin heads as if they had been stripped with meat hooks, as they had started from deep incisions chin and came to the neck.
At the time I retired from the window not to continue witnessing the demons aberrant and I asked myself. - "This is what I was hiding in the remote depths of my being? So much This was my madness, or just was not crazy? Just my potential was demonstrated by my most horrible dream size? "After asking these questions to my self, I started to ask a question to my conscience. Or rather a voice that whispered, and was never known as carnal.
- Hey, "I called, your full attention.
No one answered, as if those whispers that were initially contacted me in the past, would have been lost in the abyss of time leaving behind a trail of wisdom or ignorance, only I could know and really did not know.
three others were called and this voice came not to me. But, what I had not realized was that when I retired from the window did not remove a space of my time to turn back and see if these creatures were still visible and deformed. A really weird situation, because once again looked to the outside I realized without being too intellectual, that my world had come back and everything was back to as before, with a high degree of normality appropriate the mundane and banal world of a trivial.
Without doubt, my astonishment die with me. At the same time, I was glad to be back, but at the same time, needed this world full of morbidity and sadism. But what really bothered me was, not knowing if this was real, and again I asked myself. - What was that? Could it be that finally convinced me now, that I'm totally insane? Are you sure this happened or was just a daydream, as humans tend to have? "In that moment of endless questions, I felt normal enough noise so as not to enter a high degree of alteration. It was the door, my wife was calling me with her angelic voice of a pure virgin, I asked.
"My love ... Are you okay?
"Yes. Forward passes, "he said.
- What happened? Who were you talking? You could hear whispers yours, directed toward another person, my divine muse was so worried as if I were about to travel to the underworld.
"Nothing ... dear. Sometimes I have the habit of chattering just crazy or rather, together, really or I knew if he was lying or not, because even I had the exact knowledge of what happened.
"Okay ... when you're done with your work. I wait in the dining room, lunch is ready, as always, so good, so understanding, so bearable, as wife as I liked.
Often thanked him with such passion to my god father, for giving me one so exalted. And sometimes I wondered if I really deserved this muse radiant heat.
Once my beloved wife withdrew from the room, leaving me a notice that lunch was ready, ( lunch waiting for me to recompose me energy .) Another time, I went to throw questions to the air currents that travel freely without any problem, which by the way, these streams were pure and not suffocating as a principle.
- What happened? Lost soul Answer me, mine awareness, substance dissolved! Where are you? "He asked with an eternal rage.
same, no one answered. But this was my soul filled with joy because I knew, I was not turning me into a complete mad as I thought, because my job as coroner. Something I never wanted to be, but that works the destination I was.
Algunos médicos forenses compañeros dicen, que sólo se pueden enfrentar a las atroces muertes que se ven cotidianamente, con humor. Otros dicen, que sólo es un trabajo y que los muertos, muertos están, el verdadero peligro son los vivos. Pero yo, por otro lado, nunca lo he dicho pero sí lo he pensado, es que jamás me acostumbraré y en momentos de mi vida que por cierto han sido muchos, he llegado a soñar con los muertos de mi labor. El simple y verdadero caso es que este trabajo no es para algunos, sino que para todos los capaces de hacerlo. Y yo, fui capaz de llevar el peso de esta labor sólo en tiempos pasados cuando era un joven ingenuo. Porque en lo Regarding today's more and more, the dead of my work is pooled to haunt me with joy. My job was something that was slowly stealing my sanity.
I left the room, and when I was about to go through the doorway that would lead me into the hall. I heard that damn voice, something that would never have wanted to hear, something that made me want to be completely deaf.
- I do not exist ... only persist ...
"It is better to choose a life that conform to live"
DF
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