Wednesday, 19 July 2017

¿Por qué lo que fue hermoso, cuando miramos atrás, se nos vuelve quebradizo al saber que ocultaba verdades amargas?


Ha transcurrido tanto tiempo que mi mente suaviza incluso los rasgos más marcados, fundiendo los recuerdos en un dolor líquido. Las formas que flotan en el interior de mi cabeza al evocar esos tiempos podría haberlas dibujado después a fin de aliviar los remordimientos de haber olvidado tu rostro. Sin embargo, recuerdo las promesas que hicimos y que después no cumplimos, todas y cada una de ellas. Es extraño cómo se esfuman  rostro, sólido y visible, mientras que las palabras, hechas de aliento, perduran.
Bilo je to tako davno da mi je um razlio i najoštrije crte, istopio sećanja u tečni bol. Oblici što mi lebde u glavi kad god osluškujem te minule dane, možda su iscrtani i kasnije, da olakšaju grižu savesti što sam zaboravila tvoje lice. Ipak, sećam se obećanja koja smo dali, a onda nismo uspeli da ih održimo, svih do jednog. Čudno je kako lice upečatljivo i vidljivo, ishlapi dok reči, od daha satkane ostaju....

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