Escrito el 25/2 ~ Written on 2/25
Es mágica la forma en que un lugar puede transportarnos a tiempos pasados de nuestra vida? Como un simple olor puede hacernos sentir felices, seguros, tristes, risueños o lo que sea? Tal vez no sea magia y sea sólo la sorprendente naturaleza del ser humano, pues me imagino que les pasa también a las personas que no tienen un pensamiento mágico fuerte.
En los pasados días me he sorprendido al notar que esta zona del país guarda tanto de mi infancia, los olores, los paisajes, las comidas, el viento, las nubes –que son diferentes a las que hay en el norte- los sonidos, incluso los bichos! Me llevan a ese tiempo de la infancia, de la risa permanente, de la despreocupación, de la poca conciencia tal vez, de la felicidad y alegría porque sí, que incluso es diferente a la felicidad y alegría porque sí de los 22 años, porque la de ahora viene después de años de búsqueda, y sabe a temporal, ya que creo que hay respuestas que no duran para siempre (incluso puede que esa conclusión no sea para siempre). Hace unos días atrás incluso recuperé esa sensación de que la Luna me acompañaba en mi viaje, esa sensación de que entre nosotras dos había una relación especial y secreta en la que ella me cuidaba y acompañaba en los momentos de soledad. Me he vuelto a sentir de 10 años, haciendo locuras de niña y sin pensar en las demás personas que podrían estar mirando y pensando sabe Dios que cosas, me he sentido tan libre. Hm... he actuado como una niña de 10 años pero sigo teniendo 22, y a veces me doy cuenta de eso, pero procuro no dejar que me arruine la diversión, jeje.
Siempre supe que me gustaba venir para acá, pero jamás me imaginé que había tanto de este lugar en mí. Ayer entré a la iglesia, después de años, pero recordaba cada detalle, la forma de la piedras, el altar, la ubicación de los asientos, el color del techo... Y mi prima ha sido un ángel, me ha consentido como nunca, me lleva a todas las partes que quiero ir, me acompaña para todos lados y en todas las tonteras que se me ocurren.
En este mundo en que el valor de un beso es a veces inexistente pues es algo que se le da a cualquier desconocido en una disco, en un pub, en una fiesta, o en la oportunidad que se de me encontré con una persona que le da un valor diferente, una persona que guarda sus besos para la persona a quien quiere, a pesar de que esa persona no le corresponde. Me sorprendió mucho cuando me lo dijo “no puedo besar a nadie más porque estoy enamorado de alguien que no me quiere, y mientras la siga queriendo no puedo besar a nadie más”. No sé si es algo que yo haría, de hecho cuando he estado “enamorada” de personas que no me corresponden no he sido de la idea de no poder besar a nadie más, pero... pienso que es una opción diferente y absolutamente válida. Me sorprendió gratamente que en estos tiempos de tanta “libertad” y tanto desapego de las cosas de ayer exista una persona con una idea tan romántica y que sea capaz de llevarla a cabo, no sólo decirla para impresionar a una mujer.
This post I wrote last friday, but I couldn't post it cuz I already told you all that cyber things suck and I had to seize all the little time I had left in Mulchén, and not lose it in a cyber thing with slow computers, so here it goes, hope u all like it:
Is the way some places can take us to past times of our lives magical? The way a simple smell can make us feel happy, safe, sad, smiling or whatever? Maybe it’s not magic and it’s only the amazing human nature, cuz I guess it also happens to people who don’t have strong magical thoughts.
In the past days I have been very surprised to notice that this part of the country has so much of my childhood in it, the smells, the landscape, the food, the wind, the clouds –that are different than those up north- the sounds, even bugs! They take me to the times of my childhood, with the permanent laughter, worrylessness (is that even a word?), little conscience maybe, the times of feeling happy and joyful just because, that is different to the happiness and joy just because at 22, cuz that feeling now comes after years of searching, and it tastes like temporary, since I believe there are answers that don’t last forever (even that conclusion might not be forever). A few days ago I even got back that feeling that the moon was traveling with me, that feeling that there was a special and secret relationship between the two of us where she took care of me and kept me company in the moment of loneliness. I have felt 10 years old again, being loony like a little girl and not thinking that others might be looking and thinking God knows what, I have felt such freedom. Hm... I have acted like a 10 years old but I’m still 22, and sometimes I realize that, but I make sure not to let that spoil all the fun, hehe.
I always knew I liked to co me to this place, I just never imagined there was so much of this place in me. Yesterday I went to the church, after years, but I remembered every detail, the forms of the stones, the altar, the location of the seats, the color of the ceiling... And my cousin has been an angel, she has spoiled me like nobody else has, she takes me everywhere I want to go, goes with me everywhere and acts goofy right along with me.
In this world where the value of a kiss sometimes doesn’t exist since it’s something you give to a stranger at the disco, pub or a party, or whenever the opportunity is given I found a person who gives kisses a different value, a person who saves his kisses for the person he loves, despite the fact she doesn’t love him back. I was very surprised when he told me “I can’t kiss anybody else cuz I’m in love with a person who doesn’t love me back, but as long as I love her I can’t kiss anybody else”. I don’t know if that’s something I would do, in fact, when I have been “in love” with someone who doesn’t love me back I haven’t acted like that but... I think it’s a different and absolutely valid option. I was gladly surprised to have found, in these times of “freedom” and such detachment with the things from yesterday, a person with such a romantic idea, and who is also capable of being consistent with what he says, and not only say it to make an impression to a woman.
3 Comments:
hmm.. happens when u stay away from home for way too long :) then again, it's only when u finally go back that u realize how much u miss it..
and about kisses.. yup, it means something different to each person. even a hug for that matter.
That would be an interesting man to meet.....
I guess it is the amount of importance you attach to each action of yours to the person you love....
Talking abt childhoods, your blog made me nostalgic.....Many a times we have thought of selling our house and going to a different place....but my mom somehow managed all those crisis.....And for me, I wld dread to even let go off that place.....so much memories - memories of almost 25 yrs of my existence....Even today I look at the modified house and think of the times when I used to hang arnd the trees in the backyard and the summer vacation sleep under them during the day....It was all so much fun.....
I guess I know what u mean. This is a place we used to go every summer, no matter where we were living in that moment (have i told u we have moved loke seven times??). And it is also the place where my mom grew up and I have heard so many stories from her and from my aunts and uncles and even from my grandma when she was alive. I wonder if the place where I was born holds so many memories for me as Mulchén does, I guess I will find out when I go for the next sun eclipse in Chile ;)
And about the kissing... I thought he was an interesting person to meet, especially cuz here kissing isn't that big a deal, but the fact that for him it was well... it really made an impression on me, even if that wasnt what he meant :P
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