Causality denotes the relationship between one event (called cause) and another event (called effect) which is the consequence (result) of the first.

Mientras hacia el cambio de iconito como en la foto, buscando entre cosas relacionadas con mi difunto pinky, llegue a encontrarme con algo que aparentemente pasó desapercibido increíblemente. En un correo, causado por nada+ y nada menos que la muerte de la misma, encontré el final que le faltaba a ...el espejo pinta todo tal como es... .

La primera vez que lo leí, lo hice sin cuidado, sin ganas, ahora que me lo encontré perdido entre los recuerdos, dure horas entendiéndolo, si es que lo entendí del todo bien. Muy tarde para entenderlo y asimilarlo, pero me lleva a sonreír en cierta manera, sabiendo que luche por algo que si existía, y me da un leve sentimiento de "cosa" por no haberlo entendido antes. Claro lo de bad timming no es cosa solo mía, puesto que el desenlace a la historia llegó a finales de mayo, cuando esta existió con su propósito de "revelar mucho" y dar oportunidad, desde finales de abril.

Mucho análisis le hice, no solo al final de la historia, sino tmbn a lo que adjunto venia, por que la intención del mismo era susceptible a interpretaciones equivocadas. Asi que simplemente lo considero como un intento, lo que es suficiente. No se si entiendo bien lo que quiere decir al final, pero eso depende ya del que interpreta. Creo que las disculpas recibidas en el correo nunca las acepte formalmente, así que esto se puede considerar lo más cercano a ello, y aprovecho para decir sorry tmbn. En memoria una vez más a esta historia que necesitaba un desenlace, tanto en ficción como en realidad, aca está con su final inédito:



...el espejo lo pinta todo tal como es...


I love watching the rain fall, looking at those tiny drops of heaven coming to give a little beauty to our sad, grey world. Musik wird ganz leicht gehört: "I never understood before, I never knew what love was for, My heart was broke, my head was sore, What a feeling "

With each drop i count on my face, fells like counting seconds, seconds on some alternate reality where you and i can be together, where you take your time and wont bother, another reality where we can laugh and hug, without hiding our true intense feelings. Also, was soll ich jetzt machen? muss ich dir vergessen? oder vielleicht nur warten? ich weiss ich habt dir weh getan, aber ich konnte, nicht warten, Entschuldigungen.

Die selbe musk wird noch gehört: "Tied up in ancient history, I didnt believe in destiny, I look up you're standing next to me, What a feeling "

Minutes later, With the sound of a thunder, this world slaps me in the face. While i slowly open my eyes, i try to gather and store as many memories as i can, memories of those uncountable beautiful moments we had together. By the time the beams of light that pass to my eyes barely create recognizable figures, i realize that it was all in my mind. And then i see you standing there, just coming back from your mental journey, just like me. As soon as our looks cross and i get to see your beautiful eyes almost crying, i come to realize that we are both thinking the same thing... "are you real? or was the one in my dream just an idealized version of you? does it matter at all?, i just wish i could be with you... real or not"

Seconds have just passed since our eyes were closed looking up at the sky and the music keeps playing in the background: "I didn't have the strength to fight, suddenly you seemed so right, Me and you What a feeling"

Suddenly your arms move towards my face, but you hesitate, revealing your struggle, your inner struggle to keep your emotions in control, or thats at least what i think, because deep inside you, you are not sure which are your impulses and which are your desires... But all i see is you standing there, and i cant help wondering with anger and frustration: "If you desire me, if you want to be with me, if you miss me, then WHY dont you let me hold you in my arms? why are you so afraid of what could happen when the real thing is here, in front of you..." Then all i can do is wait, wanting with all my hearth, that you give in to those emotions, beacuase we can both see, that they are real. I S\say i am sorry, but it isn't enough, i realize you need time, but it isn't enough, i tell you i am sure, but you don't believe me, all you think about our possible differences, and don't realize that we had something beautiful and can still have it.

Die musik hat noch nicht zu ende gekommen: "Let the rain fall, i don't care, I'm yours and suddenly you're mine, I never saw it happening, I'd given up and given in, I just couldn't take the hurt again, What a feeling"

I needed no answer, your face said more than a thousand pictures or a million words. You were hurt, and i couldn't do a thing, it was too late, it was just too late...
But suddenly, you take a step forward while moving your face up again... your lips open. A whisper comes out... I can barely hear your words as the final chorus almost brings the song to an end:

"Love will remain a mystery
But give me your hand and you will see
Your heart is keeping time with me"
What you said, is still to be written...
(not anymore)
Meanwhile these thoughts go through her mind...

"And under the brighter star I close my eyes and whisper a name.... I opened my eyes and there it was... finally...."

Y como "toda acción busca una reacción", un comentario no estaría de más.

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