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El universo encerrado

El universo es pequeño en este lugar puedo voltear hacia todos los grados que se hayan pensado y no vería mas que las mismas cosas en los mismos lugares, como si el viento hubiera desaparecido y la magia que viene con el se hubiera consumido en el vacío que estoy observando. No sé que está más vacío ahora, si el espacio con su aire sin aire y con muchas piedras sin piedras, que alguien bajó tiradas en algún lugar en el más raro orden que parecen aleatoria-mente colocadas; o el horizonte que me permite mirar hacia el espacio.

Estoy parado o tal vez sentado, eso no puede importar en este momento. Estoy sobre algo o muchas cosas están sobre mí, escucho los silencios o ellos escuchan mis ruidos, como si respirar o mover los cuatro dientes que me quedan en un intento por retener el aliento que se roba mi aire desencadenara el más espantoso y ensordecedor ruido que hubiera escuchado jamás. Los truenos no pueden hacer tanto ruido comparado con todo lo que estoy escuchando.

Tal vez dejé de sentir los sinsabores de las situaciones cotidianas y vivo cosas que antes eran insignificantemente significativas. Despierto o duermo, vivo o muero, camino o sólo soy parte del gran ajedrez que me mueve como el más vil de los peones o el más opulento y petulante rey de madera mal barnizada.

De repente lo escucho, y se que lo escucho porque algo mueve mi conciencia muy rápido y muy fuerte. Todo mi universo vacío se perturba y todos los demás se mueven tan rápido que apenas y los veo pasar, todo parece que terminará después de esto, todo parece que va a cambiar después de este momento. Todo es tan rápido que si quisiera tan solo mover mis ojos para poder seguir lo que está pasando mi cuello se dislocaría y volvería a su posición en menos de un segundo. No logro distinguir todo, pero puedo entender lo que pasa, y lo mejor que puedo hacer es intentar responder… buenos días.



El universo encerrado en paredes de 5 por 5 en donde confluyen tantas ideas que me intriga el hecho de no poder escuchar todas.

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