Dear body
We haven’t talked in a long time and I miss you, what a strange feeling to talk to you again, as if you were an old friend who hasn’t visited you in a long time, as if she lacked her contact and wanted to see her quickly through these lines.
- Life passes so fast that I run out of time to be conscious with you.
- If you are there.
- Know that I owe you every movement and every thought and yet sometimes I feel distant.
- As if my mind is working alone.
- As if no physical body supported you.
I don’t blame you, because we are one, it is me, and therefore you, responsible for deafening me when you shout my name with agitation, we are the ones who do not stop until we reach the limit to look at us again.
But don’t think I don’t listen, that these screams don’t reach my ears, because that’s not true. I listen and feel, but sometimes I don’t know. Don’t blame me, I know you’ve done the same thing to me many times. We both know the frustration of speaking without being heard.
Your messages, from the subtlest to the grotesque, catch my attention when I want them to answer me, even if you set the pace, I’ll have the last word to decide the right time and place for us to be together. .
I know it makes you anxious. I know you want more, and even if you try to trick me into saying otherwise, I want more too. I hope to be alone with you, but one of us has to put limits on this relationship.
Do not despair, although sometimes it is difficult to understand each other, we are nothing without the other, and we can only reach the top if we are together. Do not leave me on the road, because without me you are empty, and without you I will remain inert. It is difficult to make an appointment with you, my schedule is always tight, but you, with infinite patience, wait by my side for the clock to leave, between your tick and tick, a space for your voice to resonate.
Although it’s hard, the time is coming. We looked for this moment as if we were looking for a needle in a haystack and finally found it after hard work. We enjoyed the moment, knowing that the time has come and that the needle has returned to its place, instead, and not getting lost in a pile of straw.
And when the time comes and we’re finally alone, that’s when we start being ourselves. You take off your clothes and they discover you while I take away the thoughts that cover my head hour after hour. It’s just you and me. Naked and unprotected who interrupt our communication. If you talk to me, I’ll answer you. If you look at me, I’ll look at you, I mean, I’m sorry in all its glory.
From the gentle rubbing of your neck to the tingle of the calf that disturbs a calm sea, there’s not a single part of you that wants to lose me now, and even the smallest corner seems worth exploring, as if it were the first time. .
Just as the eruption is for the volcano, you are my life. First of all, calmly, everything seems calm. We have time to stop in every valley we find and, together, enjoy what our senses offer us.
Noise and rising temperatures will indicate that there is activity, that the volcano is alive and that the apparent calm was just a mirage. The increasingly urgent heat and movement of the earth alert us to the imminent arrival of the explosion that will turn the rock into lava.
Because when we talk we understand each other, and when that happens, the result is almost magical, like the image of a full body and mind, like the scene of an erupting volcano, and when we’re together, we’re great and we’re able to achieve what not everyone has been able to do alone.
Dear body, I cannot promise that I will write more often, nor that I will stop ignoring you, we will continue to get lost in the ‘I want and I can’t’, and in the ‘today I can but can’t’ I don’t want to’.
But there will come a time when we will look again and listen to each other, perhaps after these words it will happen sooner or later and, without realizing it, we will meet again under the same conscience.
No need to thank me for these lines, it was a pleasure.