El miedo es un vecindario solitario. Esta en el medio de ninguna parte. Cuando caminas a oscuras lo puedes percibir, pero no lo vez, como lo vas a ver si estas a oscuras. El miedo esta llenos de sobresalttos. Se desliza en tu estomago y hasta controla tu voz, y no sabes ni cuando te asaltara en el camino.
El miedo no pertenece ni a rico ni a pobre. no le intereza quien eres, de donde vienes ni a donde vas, Realmente es justo e imparcial. No tiene preferencias. Ataca a quien se le cruze en el camino.
El miedo no tiene fin. Puede ser infinito y seguir, y seguir y seguir...si le abres la puerta, es un invitado que se queda a vivir indefinidamente.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Thursday, January 18, 2018
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