cuento: Ancient wonder
I was walking in a white corridor. My countenance was concealed behind an invisible mask of hypocrisy. Looking towards me was a crowd of faceless shadows. I have been living within these creatures since the first of my recollections came to my mind. I’ve walked like them, talked like them and behave with all my willingness like them.
But I simply can’t think like them.
The most part of the time; my mind usually is absent in thoughts that they will find disgusting.
Talk about meaningless thing, it’s a common nightmare. Everyday accept and justify opinions that not are my own; my weak voice pass across my hypocrisy mask with common lies and they will be satisfied to find me very reasonable.
Loneliness in crowd was my very particular reality. I was optimistic with it until I knew that all can be different in a better way.
That fateful day that I got lost, I found an old house in the dry hill. I was exploring around when I found the stairs to the basement. I doubted a while, but I was looking for a place to think in calm without people around me asking what’s on my mind every 3 minutes, and this place looked convenient. When I reached the basement I could gaze a magnificent machine at the corner. I stared at it a long time to find out what it was, without result. The wooden exterior was dusty and blackened for the time. A black and tick plate was on the surface and a metal arm was extended in the air with a small needle-finger on the end. There was a big structure like a metallic flower towards me that emerged from the wooden box.
I never had seen something like this in my whole life, and I felt an unknown satisfaction to had this new knowledge, and of been able to like something that would produce disagreement upon the others. I touched the metal arm and it fell on the top of the black plate and it began to spin slowly. In the metallic structure a low sound began to emerge, timid, distant, like an old recollection of the mind. Another sound, a new one, began to resound accompanying the first one, more vivid, higher, and slightly more intense. The new product of the sounds brought up memories of childhood, funny and happy like a kid running shoeless in the sand. A third, fourth and fifth sounds resounded loud and shocking, beautiful and intense like the pain from a suffering heart. The sounds dancing in my head began to carry me for a river of feelings; first the sounds confront each other, creating tension, anguish and anxiety. They drove in a complex war between them that resound in the entire basement with anger and sentiment. The sound ended and leaved the room in a strange feeling of silence before it started again. This time there was no anxiety, no anguish, and no war. This time the sound emerged sorrowful and emotional; like the crying of angels without voices. This time it produced in me the feeling of an untouched heart brought to life. Love, passion, sadness and felicity, all combined until the end of the song. Only in this moment a small drop of water went across my cheek, I was feeling so exposed, so vulnerable and I was unable to move until the sun disappeared and the moon was peeking on the horizon.
Why? This was an antique of the previous civilization and it vanishes. For years this kind of object had being recollected to be destructed. Why? Why the antiques were branded as dangerous objects without wondering the magnificent and immortal secreted it can be bearing within.
Today I walk proud for a white corridor; behind me the post with big speakers is projecting my discovery, I have chosen the name of music, feels good. I had broken a big amount of laws and social rules now. I worn out my mask and in the meanwhile a big crowd of faceless shadows are staring at me, some with incredulity, some with repugnance, some with comprehension and understanding. Who else will drop their masks? Which countenance I will find behind?
Dayadmg
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