Silence

As a child I was told about ghosts. Someone told me that they came from the world of the living. But as it normally happens in childhood, things are not told completely or they are told half way.

Now I live surrounded by ghosts, not dead, all alive. They stalk me from the looks, from the ways of walking, from the smiles and the tones of voice. They appear everywhere, especially when I'm unprepared.

Every time I find it harder to make the resistant, every time I find it more difficult to play hard with my fantasies. I would like them to appear again before my eyes, to feel the smell of their sweats, the warmth of their hands or the smile on their faces.

Many times, I would like to give free rein to my imagination, let the fantasy take me, leaving me somewhere else, whatever it may be to blend in with my appearances. But childhood again informs me with its alert voice, reminds me again of my tasks: You have to resist! Do not be stupid! Stop with the nonsense!

My head is full of silences. No one breaks a glass in my pantry. There is no one who knocks on the door to say that it has arrived, that it is outside. Do not turn off the light because it will come at dawn. There is no one...

Every corner was filled with silences. Even the pots stopped their roars. The sounds of life died. The revelry of the street no longer arrives. A mutism goes through the whole neighborhood. Not a whisper breaks the tedium of monotony and stillness.

The red devil scared away to the other side of the sea the smile of my granddaughters, the murmurs of the games, the fallen items on the kitchens, the loving hugs, the tenderness of their hands. It just left me with a digital illusion.

Silence is a bad companion, the worst to live with. It doesn’t go away easily, it doesn’t want to empty any space. You have to accept It’s tough. It does not let himself be overcome by innocent tricks. Nothing to be daunted with foolish sounds of the radio or unconnected sounds of a TV video.

May be that one day, the future of a fanfare announces the return of the gone ones. That day my silence will have no escape. It will fall exorcised for the only thing he fears: a loud laugh from my people.