The quarrel
"We are tools of light, sometimes I see it in dreams, they tell me that everything is written waiting for its moment..."
Those two women in contention, did not know how to breastfeed their son, left he in the thorn ivy playing, while they debated his cruel fate.
Giving each other blame, they understood that their quarrel had only one reason. Tired, a caretaker, she stuck her tongue in the other with the hostile word that would change the order of things.
"I saw how in a few seconds, they infected each other with their breath, then using their "Son" to spread the rest of the world".
I was the small part in the middle of the dispute!, guilty and innocent, the abominable creature host and detractor sheltered in his crib.
"If we all dreamed the same dream, the story of the two women would never have been told..."
I wanted to advance time! and then throw it back at my whim, used to that portrait of yesteryear, I never imagined something that had not happened but that shone before my eyes.
Those hundred years that steal my soul and leave me without forgiveness! are not enough, to contain who They create their own gods, in a world where they have not predator.
A cruel act is to see yourself atoning for the sins of your thousand lovers, stepping on your son, drowning him in his spittle.
The older the game, you care less about his regretful face!.
"And the quarrel continued, one tore her dress and gathered herself in the arms of the other one,"
They did not know how to stop, they dreamed of being pregnant again to do it again, as when they were only one, watching their son grow up.
Look at yourself in a mirror as in the early days! When the well was not yet septic, when the sky was not that gray and the proud two mothers poured milk on her body, letting it run...
There is little or nothing left to do! Nature and planet fight to reach an agreement, having your child in the middle.
That conversation that you will never want to understand, because obeying it is the only option that he has and as a fearful child, you imagine what what will happen to you later...
"We are tools of light, everything is written waiting for its moment..."
The earth will not miss you!, you will cry for the earth, this is the expiation of the souls in pain,
When nature and the blue ship fight for a wise decision, it will be the result of the quarrel, between a planet without man or a man without planet...
END
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venezuela
2020
"I wrote this story some time ago and it was published in Spanish. I wanted to adapt this writing to the English language since its theme is profound, reflexive and captivating. Sincerely it seems to me that you will be able to enjoy it! If you want to consult the Spanish version here I leave you the Link"