Tratar (fragmento)

El hombre cerro los ojos y cruzando los dedos imaginariamente dijo:
-"Este sera el ultimo intento."
Comenzo a concentarse. Busco fuerzas en lo mas profundo de su ser. Fuerzas que tal ves no fueron vistas desde los tiempos de Sanson derribando el templo donde le tenian apresado.
Cerro las manos y apreto el trozo de papel enfurecido, con un grito que surco el cielo de polo norte a polo sur, las nubes se abrieron de par en par y una luz lo ilumino por completo.
Juran aquellos que le vieron que por un instante su espiritu parecio abandonar su cuerpo a un lugar mejor, un climax espiritual le arropaba.
Sonrio, se seco el sudor de la frente y murmuro algo inteligible.
Froto el trozo de papel y no hubo huella.
-"Un fantasma" rio;
Se levanto, se lavo las manos con mucho jabon.
Luego miro el mojon con angustia y dijo:
-"CABRON..."

The peak of Failure

You've been watching the days go bye,

sitting and living a shitty life,

thinking and solving the fucking World.

Not working or doing anything fair.

You realize what you've been doing,

anger takes over you're senses,

jump from the chair and run away.

Some strange energy pumps in your brain.

running and jumping to the point where you faint!

In the middle of nowhere,

Standing up, looking at yourself,

Seeing the World from another point of view,

feeling sick...

realizing you're at your peak

the peak of failure.

Choosing to taste all your desires
minding and ending your past life fires
groping and grabbing the sweaty flesh,
mixing the old one with new and fresh.
Living the life you wanted to live
finding that no soul is in peace here
jump from the bed and run away
some strange energy pumps in you heart
up to the mountains and don't look back
In the summit of all
standing up, looking at yourself,
wrinkled and repulsive,
feeling sick for days...
realizing you're at your peak
the peak of failure.