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The Dream Of Claire

lunnyman — Fri, 08 Jun 2012 01:43:02 GMT

The Dream Of Claire

The Dream of Claire

It had been at nightfall when Claire had lain down on her bed crying, as usual, due to an argument broke out in the lobby over dinner. She was already fed up with her parents’ arguments over nonsense every time her dad came home drunk. She had slammed the door with an echo behind when she pushed it with fury and slumped easily on her bed, deep in thoughts on the fight which had just burst.

The girl struggled to put down the overwhelming crying but it was in vain so she sat up again and stuck her face to the window glass, gazing to the dark, mournful and empty sight Kent Street displayed. The shouts downstairs in the lobby echoed on the walls that even vibrated. Willful, she continued looking through the window, though there was nobody around due to the gelid breeze that spread along the desert city. For a moment or so, she felt as if her heart were to part with her body as her breathing became less regular as if it was missing air. Her feet did not hold and next she sank on her bed again, her body inert as a corpse.

She woke up startled by blow and she was not already her room. The girl looked around puzzled as if it was a nightmare and examined every corner in the forest where she was now, looking for any signal. ANYTHING WOULD HELP. But no one was there, not even the trace of a wild animal in search for its prey. She kept peering around the forest but there was nothing at sight that could reveal her exact location. Her toes numb with cold and hard as ice hindered she could take another step ahead and realized she was utterly naked. Claire looked around to make sure no one was seeing her uncovered body and walked to the nearest tree to collect fallen leaves and cover her body.

‘It´s a nightmare, no doubt’ she told herself firmly.

It was, indeed, because there was no much coherence she would have changed place from one moment to another without realizing; very few seconds ago she’d been slumped in her room breaking crying and she was in a forest she’d never been to and, less likely, how to get there, anyway.

The girl walked several miles away from where she was looking for a logical explanation to that madness but that place seemed to be desert with no trace at all could answer her questions. The mist spread more and more like a toxic gas, from one side to another blocking the girl’s vision.

Ten yards away from her a golden light lit up in circle some bushes which were each one close enough to the next one, nearly stuck. Rather freaked out, Claire ran awkwardly in the opposite direction stumbling over branches that stuck out of a tree. Her right foot was injured and bleeding. The girl sat up quickly from the ground and began to trudge northwards forest, though with the foggy atmosphere was almost impossible to look ahead. Then, she looked back at the golden light which flickered wonderfully since it was the only phenomenon mist allowed to see. To Claire’s surprise the golden light that illuminated the bushes was now gone and the girl thought next it must have been someone with a flashlight, though that golden light did not seem to be artificial.

Aimlessly, the girl ran away again, her heart beating strongly as if she was to have a heart failure. On her run, she stumbled over several logs and invisible things by the fog. Sat up immediately, and kept running like somebody was after her preparing to hunt.

<< CLAIRE>> << CLAIRE>> << CLAIRE >>

A voice, barely audible to Claire’s ears and sweetly gentle, had whispered three times a word seemed to be her name. Paralyzed with fear, she felt a tough chill in the upper back eagerly went down to the bottom and then froze her toes again.

WHAT WAS GOING ON IN THAT PLACE?

Claire shook her head and let a sigh out. Next, she could have sworn she felt a freezing hand touch on her shoulder.

<< CLAIRE >> whispered a sweet and singing voice.

The girl turned in the direction of the voice but saw nothing else but fog. Then, she turned to where she was heading to and, fixing looking, saw a young who wearing a white long robe covered his bare feet. His face was an intense pale; his blue eyes were like flashlights and his hair, so neatly combed, was dark blonde that seemed it could illuminate the forest in the middle of the night. Claire gazed at the boy stunned by his beauty as if he had impacted on her with a punch. She could actually not believe that was able to be possible in the world. If perfection existed, it was all about dreams. Only dreams. She looked, deeply, into his eyes and the boy curved his lips into a smile. The voice had come from him.

‘Who… who… who…?’ the girl hesitated by the mysterious beauty that involved that strange and beautiful creature. The words came out of her mouth with a logical tangible intensity.

‘No matter whom I am, Claire’ the boy replied. His melodic voice and intense look had stunned the girl, her mind now enraptured. ‘What really matters now is how you really are.’

Claire’s heart turned over. Did he actually refer to who she really was? What did that young quirky boy mean by that?

‘It was you…you …you who whispered my…my…- The impressive perfection she was gazing at kept her absorbed in a way she had forgotten she was undressed.

‘Claire, of course I know your name. I know more than you think I do’ replied the boy with a soft peaceful voice. That whisper was too unusual to look like something genuine within the human world.

‘But the real thing is if you know who you are and what your mission here is.’

Claire gave a look at the boy’s lips which articulated questions that, to her sane, or so she thought until that moment, were too incoherent to be a real fact. Her heart, that instant, began to beat vehemently so she’d decided to drop that question to go straight to what she’d call “LOGIC”

‘Am I in a dream, aren´t I?’

‘Maybe, if that’s how you want this to be called. Though…If I were you, I would call it something like “I’ve been taken”

‘I don’t get it ‘mumbled Claire confused by everything around her

‘A few seconds ago I was in my room and now….

She stopped even more abstracted than before and took a look around as if she thought she was still in her room surrounded by wild nature.

‘How on earth could I possible get here? There’s no way I know this place…

‘Claire, I brought you here’ said the boy ‘and I did it because I’ve been commended to do so.’

The girl kept stunned by the melodic voice of the boy. But there was something else even more concerning that kept her mind occupied. His perfection was irrefutable and absolute. But the mystery the boy set in the atmosphere was too intense that Claire felt as if she’d like to run away or desperate to wake up from a horrible nightmare. She already had the most basic questions to ask…

‘Why? Who commended you bring me here? Who are you? Where am I?’

‘Calm, Claire. You´ll know everything at time’ said the boy reaching out his hand to hers. ‘I need to show you something.’

The warm breeze stroked gently their hair as trees swayed side to side giving off some leaves that fell from their corresponding branches. Mist spread throughout the forest, covering every corner without leaving previous vision behind.

They walked several miles away, hands held until the boy broke step near to what it looked like a cloud.

‘We’re there, Claire’ said the boy.

‘What is this?’ Claire asked incredulously. It was too obvious she knew what it exactly was; but indeed, she needed to hear that sweet and extravagant voice confirm it.

‘Come get on it, Claire.’

The young boy sat on a floating cloud gazing at the girl whose face looked still more stunned that displayed an expression cold and senseless.

‘Come take my hand’ he insisted again. ‘There´s something you need to see.’

Claire hesitated for a moment but the boy’s voice came so perfect that it was like she’d been hypnotized; in fact, she could not have refused if that would have been her will, though she was inviting by a strange to come on a floating cloud. So, she grabbed the boy´s hand and sat on the cloud. The floating cloud, hanging a few inches from the ground, began to rise with gentle slowness. When they reached one hundred meters up from the ground, Claire noticed darkness had vanished as if it had been by magic. Now, the bright sunlight rose above them illuminating the scene missing behind what it had been night at all. The breeze was now even warmer and tenderly caressed their neatly well-done style.

‘Well, it´s here’ announced the boy.

‘Blimey! I can´t believe my eyes. This looks like a fairy tale. We changed places but….but….

‘but ….’ The boy asked.

‘I don´t know who you are. Will you tell me or shall I be afraid of a possible murder?’

The boy let out a giggle and took one hand to the girl’s red cheek.

‘If I tell you, you will not believe it.’

Claire doubted a second and then added:

‘Tell me and we’ll find out if your theory´s right. Besides, you haven´t told me how is that you….

The girl stood quiet still, lost in thought as she were catching up with the idea she was not dreaming but going through some kind of anomaly.

‘How you found out my name?’

‘You still have not noticed, have you?’ The boy asked incredulously.

‘So for you it must be usual to meet some guy, dressed utterly in white and strange looking, who invites you to take a ride on a floating cloud…’

Claire raised an eyebrow.

‘You´re some kind of spirit or wizard, aren’t you?’

The boy perceived the irony in her tone but, instead, just smiled gently displaying his white neat teeth.

‘Too close’ He said.

The girl’s heart gave a jump which, instantaneously, began to beat more irregular. Now she knew there was nothing she could apply to affirm that was an absolute dream or to the idea she was going mad; instead, it was something too unusual but real that, in living the world, she would be treated like a freak if she came to the idea of revealing her currently transition. Nor telling a stranger dressed in white and barefoot would help either; still more unlikely if that stranger´s identity wasn´t revealed.

‘I might’ve been a bit excited five minutes ago, really’ said the girl ‘but this wonderful thing ain´t fun anymore.’

The boy giggled.

‘Yes, Claire. I am an angel. And I was sent to you because we needed you to see something for yourself. You’ll soon find out what this is all about’ the angel assured, his voice sweeter as usual.’

‘I´ll take you back into the past. Not too long before you were born.’

Next, a bright colorful circle broke open in the scene.

‘Follow me, Claire’ the angel ordered. ‘We go through it.’

Claire felt a chilly sensation running down her back as she was to cross the circle, so eccentric to her eyes. A strong gust of wind blew over her hair, unkempt now. She felt nauseous as she was to faint. The faint sensation hindered her eyes to see ahead; maybe it was due to the rainbow of colors which revolved slowly in the circle.

‘Keep calm, Claire’ The angel said ‘don´t let go my hand.’

Claire´s heart became more irregular in response. They were going back in time and the girl kept feeling a tingling sensation in her stomach as if she was about to vomit; her balance was already too weak that barely could remain standing.

‘Now, I want you to focus on the scene you´re going to see.’

Claire shook her hands nervously. The trembling weakened her balance as her skin froze still like ice and her hands cold as snow. Next, she began to barely see what was going around and could not believe it. Her heart nearly failed.

She was now seeing a young couple hugging and giggling at a playground. Claire had never seen a young couple so amazingly and unbelievably happy in her entire life. The couple irradiated a bright happiness nearly tangible that anyone around could have felt it. The two ones were sitting on a bench when the young girl, Claire was contemplating, jumped off the seat and began to run around the playground. Her fiancé ran after her with no difficulty in catching up with her. He hugged her from behind, both smiling happily.

‘Any idea of who they are?’ the angel inquired.

‘Mom and Dad’ Claire said mopping up her eyes. Her response was firm, rather tough, though.’

‘That’s correct. Now, I need you to pay crucial attention to what’s coming next.’

Claire saw in the scene the girl had turned to her fiancé when he took out something from the deep of his pocket.

‘Dawn, honey. Would you do the extraordinary honor of marrying me?’

The boy displayed a golden ring with a diamond in the center, the shape of a beautiful blue heart. The girl’s face was illuminated in happiness. Claire broke crying again.

‘Yes, Alex. I would’ the girl said ‘you don´t have a clue of how long I´ve been longing for this moment to come.’

Then, the scene turned dimly illuminated and fuzzy and then another one set in the center not far from where Claire and the angel were, but different to the previous. Now the young, happy and unbreakable couple Claire had seen was now upset; both the boy and his fiancée were sitting on the steps of a church near Middletown. Her parents’ faces looked tense. Her mom’s was even more intense than her father’s. It was obvious the girl had something to tell her husband; she had her eyes puffy and full of teardrops. But deep inside, it seemed, she hosted a trace of fear and horror to how her husband might react at such abomination.

‘Alex, I know you didn’t want this to happen but it already did’ The girl spoke fast and barely audible.’

‘Well, say it now. You’re making it so intriguing.’

‘Alex, this is serious. I…I…DID….DID….DID…DIDN…DIDN…DIDN´T MEAN IT….

Dawn’s voice was weak and breathless. The crying hindered what she wanted to tell her husband, though what he could only perceive were loud sobs.

‘I think I’m getting a clue of what’s going on, Claire. You’d better let it out’ Alex yelled, his teeth gritted.

‘I will, Alex. I swear I will….

The crying sobs had turned the atmosphere of what could have just been happiness into a nightmare. The worst ever Alex could have had.

‘I will tell you if you…if you….if you only….only…only..

‘Stop sobbing, Dawn and tell me what the hell this is about’.

The boy shook her wife as if he was to beat her up.

‘You got to promise me you will never leave for this’ the girl said still sobbing.’

‘Oh, Dawn. Don´t come tell me you did…you did….you did this!

‘Dawn, you damned stupid’ he continued ‘How could you be that idiot to let this happen, you moron.’

Alex’s offensive words vibrated on the steps of the church they had just got from, the bride dressed in white but now broken and caught in the most awkward situation. Passers-by, however, didn´t seem to be paying much attention to the reason the bribe could have been crying. They watched Dawn and Alex. The disapproving in their looks was quite obvious, judging the couple´s behavior.

‘I´m so sorry, Alex’ Dawn begged ‘Not just my fault.’

‘Shut up, BITCH’ her husband interrupted ‘I was clear enough to tell you to take precautions. So fool I’ve been in believing you, you big piece of…

They made a long and awkward pause. Then, Alex went on:

‘Well. Guess you know what we’ll do next, don’t you?

Dawn looked up at his husband, her face pale and horrified as if she’d heard someone’s been sentenced to death.

‘No!’ The girl snapped. ‘I will not do such atrocity.’

‘You´ll have to get rid of that thing inside you, idiot, before I make you spit it out through your mouth like vomit’ Alex yelled ‘I didn’t fucking ask you to bring that into the world to screw my-now-fucked-up-life. I was clear when I told you if we marry, we wouldn’t have kids.’

‘Alex, stop it! Do not yell at me. We’re in public. People are seeing us, please. Don’t do this.’

‘I don’t care about the damned people, you hear me. You’ll do exactly what I say and how I say and I’ll take you to visit a friend to take that out from your inside, my dear. You hear me. That’s my final word.’

‘You don’t want our child, you don’t want ME. Then, we just got married but I dare to divorce you if you don’t change your mind.’

The girl cried inconsolably, hands on her chest.

‘You’ll have to give it to me, then, Alex.’

Her husband broke laughing as if he had just heard a very good joke. Dawn kept sobbing; her intensity was noticeable on her red cheeks.

‘You gotta be kidding me, my dear love. Think you’ll really see me brought down, Dawn. I won’t give you the damned divorce because I’m already stuck to you when I married you and I won´t be in the people gossip for marrying a whore like you.’

‘If you touch my baby…’ Dawn shot threat ‘I swear I’ll kill you.’

‘I said, Dawn’ Alex interjected Dawn ‘Nothing to do about, my dear.’

Then, the scene became blurred again and next another one took place. The place now was familiar; the scene made clearer and a baby-crying came from one of the rooms whose walls now resounded and even trembled.

‘Go shut that damned kid’ Alex shouted one night when the baby woke at four in the morning.

Claire’s heart beat with such intensity as if it was to fall apart from her body. She felt how sadness and pain took over her body and mind by each word Claire’s father raved against his little daughter. In the scene, Claire could see herself as baby.

Now she bore the reason his father never had shown the tiniest and not even the more miserable drip of love to her since she had been born. The scene began to overwhelm her.

The angel showed Claire several more scenes as chaotic as the ones they have already been through.

‘Now you get it, don´t you? The angel asked, hope was reflected on his pale and immaculate face. His eyes now were an intense blue and peaceful. His expression irradiated sadness and happiness at the same time.

‘Guess I do’ said Claire, her voice broken by sadness.

‘My parents were, well were happy until….until….I was born?’

Her sentence actually became more a question than statement.

‘I see why my dad has always hated me. I understand WHY’ Claire went on.

‘He always took me not as you daughter but a monster. Now I see why.

‘Claire, I should tell you not to cry. But I would do the same if I were you. So relieved mankind can feel, so much peace man can find by crying. Do it, Claire. Cry and don’t let your sadness takes over you forever.’

The angel stroked Claire’s cheek gently, though it was part visible and part invisible coming from a spirit.

‘Claire, this truth was something you very well deserved to know.’

‘Dad drinks since I have memory. Wonder myself if he had that stupid habit or just took up drinking in honor to my existence’

‘Indeed, Claire.’

The peaceful face of the angel showed some pity for the girl he had been sharing memories, old memories with. However, it was like he had to follow a mission that involved Claire.

‘Your father always had the habit to drink. But it got stronger when your mother gave birth and he didn’t want a kid. That’s been his plan since he was a child and started dreaming about marrying but not having any kids. Your mother, however, was the only capable of challenging your dad and fight for you and your life. But she also had to suffer and learnt how to deal with your father. She couldn’t leave him because of you, Claire. She did not want her daughter to grow without a father. She sacrificed for you and kept you safe. With no kind of help at all’

The angel made a pause. Claire’s pulse was going more irregular as if she was to faint.

‘Claire, you have to be stronger. You have to overcome this. You have inherited a mix of love and hate from your parents. But that, Claire, must be over. Now, you have to end this.’

‘What d’you mean by “End this”? Claire snapped.

‘Let her go. End the hell your father has caused her.’

Claire sobbed stronger than before and said nothing. There was something she was missing or a part of the speech she was not taking in. Or maybe she was guessing what she should do next. The angel pulled her to himself and Claire leaned on her almost-invisible chest. At that time, she had felt a sensation of intense happiness and fury for what she had just seen. The happiness was more motivated by the comforting feeling of being hugged by someone and feel loved. The fury appeared on her face when she thought of her father.

‘Time to go, Claire.’

Then, the floating cloud reappeared and both of them came on it.

When they got to destination, the angel went away a few yards apart from where Claire was now. Ruefully for such attitude, the girl gazed at the angel as he moved gradually away. Then, having been moving away enough from the girl, the boy said:

‘Would you like to leave it?’

‘What?’ Claire asked stunned.

‘Wouldn’t you like to put an end to this, Claire? I mean your unhappiness.

There was no response. There was a brief silence in which they looked at each other, the girl confused and weak-balanced.

Should her quit her life forever and allowed that strange boy, dressed like an angel took her beyond? Or just stay and see how her father´s attacks harmed the family circle. For a moment, she felt selfish in leaving her mother. But on the other hand she thought “destiny is made for everyone”, though it was pretty obvious her mother would suffer her absence. But she only found fragile motivations to stay with her parents. Was she a coward? Or it was just what fate had prepared for her?

‘May I ever bring her to me?’

‘One day.'

ONE HOUR LATER

Claire´s parent’s house was now easy. The noise of shattered objects and yells had already ceased. Looking extremely concerned, Dawn ran upstairs heading straight to her daughter´s room.

‘Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo….

A crying of horror shook the entire house when Dawn had noticed the window was shattered in tiny pieces. Claire was gone. Dawn had a hunch but feared it could be what she was thinking of. Then, she approached to the window and nearby there was a note that read;

I HOPE YOU SOMEDAY CAN FORGIVE ME

AND UNDERSTAND ME.

I HAD TO TO THIS FOR THE SAKE OF US.

I PROMISE YOU WILL NOT BE HERE LONG.

THIS SI NOT MY WORLD.

SORRY, AGAIN.

CLAIRE

‘Claire, what did you do?’

Her mother took a hand to the mouth and, deeply scared, leaned enough to look out the window. Dawn let out a screaming when she saw on the ground, laid inert, Claire´s dead body.

Written by A.R Meyer.

visit: http://theinsidereading.blogspot.com.ar/

Swadow Of Love

lunnyman — Wed, 06 Jun 2012 09:47:43 GMT

Swadow Of Love

Tonight I sit to write
To write my tears and sorrows.
To say the way I love you,
To write to write to cry.

My life is now dark
My soul is ill and we are apart.
My eyes cry and I shout.
My words are silences you will never hear.

My life is now dark
I love you and you cannot hear it.
I love you and you cannot feel it.
Tonight I sit to write I love you.

You are the one, yes.
My sorrow grabs me
And I drown in loneliness.
You are gone, gone, gone
There is no you nor hapiness.

"There cannot be dark if there's love. Because LOVE is the brightest light that makes our life shine"

TAKEN FROM http://theinsidereading.blogspot.com.ar/

Bright Light

lunnyman — Tue, 05 Jun 2012 20:29:41 GMT

Bright Light

Leaves fall and with that fall

My love falls too.

My sadness parts with my soul

And my tears my scars close.

Heaven brights sunlight

And your beauty blindes my eyes.

Deep heart beats with the rain

And I cannot see nothing else but death.

TAKEN FROM http://theinsidereading.bolgspot.com.ar/ Check tha blogspot website. You'll like it and enjoy it.

Missing

lunnyman — Thu, 31 May 2012 21:54:36 GMT

Missing

               OVERWHELMING YOUR EYES
                    INVOLVE BEAUTY AND FEEL ICE
                             GONE YOU ARE AND I WANNA CRY
                                  HERE I WANT YOU, AND FOR YOU I'D DIE.

                                WILD NIGHTS, MY VISITORS
               WIND BLOWS AND YOU SHUT THE DOOR
         SADNESS I FEEL AND I CANNOT BREATHE.
    I SING MY SONG WHEN YOU ARE GONE.


                                  DARK I SEE WHEN YOUR ABSENCE I FEEL
                             MY HEART CAN BEAT WHEN I PERCEIVE YOUR SMELL.
                    I TOUCH THE SHEET AND WITH YOU I MEET
             YOUR DEPARTURE IS NOW MY NEED

Taken from my blogspot: http://theinsidereading.blogspot.com.ar/

Short Tale

lunnyman — Wed, 02 May 2012 04:44:28 GMT

Short Tale

El sueño de Claire

Era de medianoche. Claire se había desplomado en su cama llorando como de costumbre, debido a una discusión que había estallado en el vestíbulo durante la cena. Es que estaba harta de oír a sus padres discutiendo por tonterías cada vez que su padre llegaba a casa ebrio. Había trabado la puerta de su habitación dejando el eco del portazo detrás al cerrarla y quedó recostada sobre su cama ensimismada en la pelea que acaba de acaecer a la hora de la cena. La lucha por una represión de llanto abrumador era en vano, entonces se incorporó de su cama y pegó la cara contra el vidrio de la ventana y contempló poco a poco la oscura, lúgubre y desierta vista que se exhibía afuera sobre la calle Kent. Los gritos procedentes de abajo retumbaban por las paredes que incluso vibraban. Obstinada, siguió contemplando a través de la ventana , aunque no había nadie a los alrededores debido al frío gélido que se esparcía a lo largo de la desierta ciudad. Por un instante, sintió como si el corazón fuese a desprenderse de su cuerpo mientras su respiración se iba haciendo cada vez menos regular como si le estuviera faltando el aire. Sus pies no aguantaron y a continuación cayó desplomada en su cama, su cuerpo inerte como el de un cadáver.

Despertó sobresaltada por el golpe pero ya no se encontraba en su habitación. Miró extrañada en derredor como si se tratara de un pesadilla y escudriñó cada recodo del bosque en donde se hallaba en busca de alguna señal. La que fuese. Pero no había nadie allí, ni siquiera el rastro de un animal salvaje en busca de su presa. Siguió escudriñando los alrededores del bosque pero no había nada allí que la orientara o que delatara su ubicación exacta. De pronto, sintió los dedos de los pies entumecidos por el frio y la piel dura como el hielo….estaba desnuda.

Miró en derredor de nuevo para asegurarse de que nadie estuviera allí observándola y se caminó al árbol más cercano para recoger las hojas caídas y cubrir su desnudo cuerpo.

-Es una pesadilla, lo sé – se dijo así misma con seguridad.

En efecto lo era pues no había demasiada coherencia de que de un momento a otro hubiera cambiado de sitios sin darse cuenta; hasta hacía unos segundos estaba desplomada en su habitación llorando y ahora se encontraba en un lugar, remoto, en el que nunca había estado y, menos aún, al cual nunca habría sabido cómo llegar

Caminó varias millas de distancia desde donde estaba buscando una explicación lógica hacia aquella locura pero el lugar estaba completamente abandonado y no había señal alguna que pudiera responder sus dudas. La neblina se esparcía cada vez más como un gas tóxico de un lado a otro dificultando la visión de la chica.

A unos diez metros de ella una luz dorada bañaba en círculos unos arbustos que estaban, uno encima del otro, a escasos metros de distancia. Claire, aterrada, corrió torpemente en sentido contrario y tropezó con unas ramas que sobresalían de un árbol. Su pie derecho se había lastimado y estaba sangrando. Se incorporó rápidamente del suelo y comenzó a caminar con dificultad hacia el norte del bosque aunque con la neblina alrededor era imposible ver hacia adelante. Entonces volvió la vista hacia esa luz dorada que titilaba sorprendentemente ya que era lo único visible que la neblina le permitía ver.

Para su sorpresa la luz dorada que bañaba los arbustos se había desvanecido. Por un momento pensó que podía haber sido un hombre alumbrando con una linterna pero esa luz dorada no parecía ser artificial….

Corrió sin rumbo nuevamente en sentido opuesto con el corazón que se le salía por la boca. Tropezó con varios troncos y cosas invisibles a sus ojos por la neblina. Pero se incorporaba y seguía corriendo como si alguien fuera a cazarla.

<<CLAIRE>> <<CLAIRE>> <<<CLAIRE>>

Una voz apenas audible, y dulcemente apacible, susurró su nombre.

Paralizada de miedo, se quedó quieta donde estaba. De pronto sintió cómo un escalofrío en la parte superior de su espalda, a la vez que éste descendía con vehemencia hacía la parte inferior, y luego hasta los pies.

¿PERO QUE ESTABA SUCEDIENDO EN ESE LUGAR?

Claire sacudió la cabeza y suspiró levemente. Al instante siguiente, Claire hubiera jurado sentir el tacto de una mano sobre su hombro.

<<CLAIRE>> susurraba la dulce y melódicas voz.

Claire giró entorno a la voz pero no vio a nadie. Entonces al girarse de nuevo hacia donde, hacía unos segundos estaba con la vista fija, vio a un joven muchacho que vestía de blanco hasta los pies y estaba descalzo. Su rostro angelical estaba muy pálido. Claire no podía creer lo que estaba frente a sus ojos. Era un joven hermoso…demasiado perfecto para que aquello que su visión captaba fuera cierto. Sus ojos eran celeste y su cabello tan pulcro, era de un rubio intenso. La voz había procedido de él.

- ¿Quién …quién eres tú? -titubeó Claire atónita por semejante belleza. Las palabras salieron de su boca con una intensidad tangible lógica.

- No importa quién soy yo- respondió el joven. Su voz melódica y sus hermosos ojos azules habían dejado a Claire atónita y embelesada- Lo que importa es quién eres tú

A Claire le dio un vuelco el corazón. ¿ Se refería a quién era ella? ¿ Qué quiso decir ese joven estrafalario con esa pregunta? ¿ Hacia dónde apuntaba…?

- Has…has….has susurrado mi nombre- dijo Claire titubeando. La impresión de estar viendo aquella perfección mantenía absorta a la chica de un modo que había olvidado que estaba desnuda y temblando y que no sabía qué responder.

- Claire, yo sé tu nombre. Yo te conozco más de lo que tu piensas- respondió el joven con su voz de ángel. Aquel susurro era demasiado inusual para que pareciera algo demasiado genuino dentro del mundo de los vivos- Pero la pregunta es si tu sabes quién eres en verdad?

Claire miró incrédula los labios de aquel joven que articulaban preguntas que a su sano entendimiento- o eso creía ella hasta ese momento- eran demasiado incoherentes. El corazón empezó a latirle con ímpetu por lo que decidió que era mejor desviar aquella pregunta hasta abordar lo que ella llamaría “ LOGICO “

- ¿Estoy en un sueño?

- Tal vez, si así quieres llamarlo. Aunque si yo estuviera en tu lugar lo llamaría algo así como “ME HAN SUSTRAIDO “

- No lo entiendo.- farfulló Claire confundida- Hace un rato estaba en mi habitación y de pronto…y de pronto llegué hasta aquí. ¿ Cómo es que llegué hasta aquí?

- Claire, si te traje hasta aquí fue porque me encomendaron que lo hiciera.

Era increíble como sonaba esa dulce voz a sus oídos. Pero más increíble era, a su juicio, que alguien como ese joven pronunciara su nombre como si la conociera de toda la vida. Nunca había tenido demasiados amigos y los que tenía no entraban en la categoría de aquella perfección casi artificial de tratarse de un humano.

- Pero…¿para qué? ¿ quién te encomendó que me trajeras hasta aquí? ¿ quién eres? ¿dónde estoy?

- Tranquila, Claire. Todo a su tiempo- dijo el joven tendiéndole la mano- Sígueme. Necesito mostrarte algo.

Una brisa cálida acariciaba sus cabellos al tiempo que levemente batía los árboles de un lado a otro desprendiendo algunas hojas de sus respectivas ramas. La neblina seguía esparciéndose a lo largo del bosque, cubriendo cada recodo sin dejar previa vista de lo que allí había.

Caminaron y caminaron, tomados de la mano hasta que el joven se detuvo cerca de lo que parecía una nube.

- Aquí es, Claire. – dijo el joven.

- ¿Qué es eso?- inquirió Claire incrédula. Era evidente que sabía lo que era, pero quería escuchar aquella dulce voz confirmárselo.

- Sube a bordo.

El muchacho se había sentado en la nube , pero Claire seguía mirándolo incrédula.

- Ven, toma mi mano - le dijo a Claire – Hay algo que necesito que veas.

Claire vaciló un instante pero su voz y su rostro eran tan perfecto que no pudo decirle que no, pese a que era demasiado extraño para ella subirse en una nube flotante. Entonces sujetó la mano del joven y subió a bordo. La nube, antes flotante a unos centímetros del suelo, comenzó a elevarse con suave lentitud. Cuando llegaron a unos cien metros de altura, Claire notó que la oscuridad había desaparecido como por arte de magia. Y ahora se hallaban bajo la luz de un sol resplandeciente y cálida.

- Bien. Hemos llegado- anunció el muchacho.

_ ¡Vaya! Lo veo y no lo creo. Es como si fuera un cuento de hadas. - Entonces, me dirás quién eres.

El muchacho lanzó una risita socarrona ante la petición de Claire.

- Si te lo digo no lo creerás.

- Dime y lo averiguaremos. Además, ahora que lo pienso- La chica se quedó ensimismada en aquello que había remitido en su cabeza- ¿cómo sabes mi nombre?

- Todavía no lo has notado, no?-preguntó el muchacho incrédulo- entonces para ti es normal ver a un sujeto extraño como yo vestido de blanco y flotando en una nube?

Claire arqueó las cejas.

- Entonces ¿ eres un espíritu o algo así?- preguntó Claire. La ironía en la pregunta se notaba en su tono de voz.

- Algo así.

A la chica le dio un vuelco el corazón. Desde luego algo extraño ocurría. Primero en su habitación llorando y luego en un bosque y desnuda sin saber cómo había llegado allí y con un sujeto extraño que se negaba a revelar el anonimato de su identidad. En efecto, Claire no esperaba que aquella respuesta fuera un SI.

- Antes quizá estaba un poquito emocionada por este sueño maravilloso y extraño a la vez. Pero ahora sí estoy asustada. En serio.

El muchacho soltó una risita.

- Sí, soy un ángel Claire. Y me enviaron porque necesitas saber algo. Pronto averiguarás de qué se trata todo esto- dijo el joven con su voz dulce- Te llevaré al pasado. Un tiempo antes de que nacieras.

Entonces se abrió un círculo de colores brillantes ante ellos.

- Sígueme. Debemos atravesarlo.

Claire sintió como un escalofrío al cruzar ese círculo tan excéntrico. Una fuerte ráfaga de viento sopló sobre su cabello, ahora despeinado. Sintió nauseas y como si estuviese a punto de desmayarse. El mareo que dificultaba su visión se debía al cambio de colores de aquel círculo que giraba, lentamente pero demasiado colorido para una visión humana.

- Tranquila- la apaciguó el ángel- Toma mi mano.

Claire sintió un vuelco del corazón. Retrocedían el tiempo y la joven sentía entre una sensación de cosquilleo en el estómago y un desequilibrio que por un momento pensó que no lo resistiría.

- Ahora quiero que prestes atención a esta escena- dijo el ángel con voz melódica, sujetándole la mano.

Entonces Claire contempló que se estaba exhibiendo delante de sus ojos.

Una pareja de jóvenes se hallaba en una plaza, abrazados y riendo tontamente. Claire nunca había visto una pareja tan joven y feliz. Esa pareja irradiaba la felicidad que un pueblo entero unido podría irradiar. Estaban tan felices que Claire sentía un hilo de lágrima deslizándose sobre su mejilla. A continuación la chica saltó del banco en el que, segundos antes, había estado sentada y comenzó a correr por todo el parque. El joven corrió tras ella y al haberla alcanzado con facilidad, la abrazó por la espalda. Ambos sonrientes.

- ¿ Sabes quienes son? - inquirió el ángel.

Claire gimiendo respondió:

- Mamá y papá.

- Exacto. Ahora mira esto.

La joven se volvió hacia su novio y éste sacó algo del bolsillo.

- Dawn…¿ me harías el extraordinario honor de casarte conmigo?- le preguntó el novio a su prometida exhibiendo un anillo de oro con una piedra de diamante en el centro.

El rostro de la chica se tornó radiante de felicidad. El sol resplandecía sobre su rostro.

Claire no pudo evitar romper a llorar.

-Sí, por supuesto que me casaría contigo, Alex. No sabes cuánto he esperado este momento.

La escena se volvió borrosa, y a continuación pasaron a otra.

Ahora se hallaban sentados en las escaleras de una iglesia. Los padres de Claire estaban tensionados ahora. Pero más lo estaba ella. Algo tenía que decirle a su esposo, pero en su interior albergaba un dejo de miedo y horror.

- Alex…sé que tú no querías que esto pasara pero ha sucedido.

Las palabras de su esposa lo estaban poniendo incómodo al joven cuyo rostro estaba más tensionado aún, casi convertido en una fiera.

- Bueno. Cuéntame de una vez. Me estás matando de la intriga.

-Yo no quería, perdóname…- Dawn hablaba entrecortadamente. El llanto le dificultaba articular las palabras que eran poco audibles a los oídos de su esposo- yo…

-Suéltalo ya, Dawn- chilló Alex con los dientes apretados.

-Es que…es que…primero tendrás que jurarme que no me dejarás por esto.

- Oh Dios! No me digas que….que estás…oh no.

-Sí-farfulló dawn en un tono que apenas era entendible por su llanto- Estoy embarazada.

El rostro de Alex se volvió rojo de furia.

-Eres una estúpida. Cómo pudiste hacerme esto, Dawn. Maldita desgraciada- Alex empezó a gritarle insultos a Dawn quien no paraba de llorar. Los transeúntes que pasaban por ahí les lanzaban miradas con desdén, en ellas juzgando el mal comportamiento de ambos.

-Alex perdóname-imploraba Dawn- La culpa no es sólo culpa mía. Tú también …

-Cállate, desgraciada. Te dije que tomaras precauciones. Qué imbécil fui al creerte.

Hicieron una breve pausa y a continuación Alex repuso:

-Bueno. Es obvio lo que hay que hacer.

Dawn miró a su esposo horrorizada como si éste fuera un monstruo grande y espantoso.

- No- espetó Dawn- No lo haré.

-Tendrás que sacarte esa cosa de adentro. Yo no te pedí que trajeras un hijo al mundo para que me arruinara la vida. Antes de casarnos acordamos no tener niños, idiota- gritó Alex

-Alex no me grites. Estamos en la calle. La gente escucha.

-Me importa un bledo lo que la maldita gente piense. Te desharás del niño. Es mi última palabra, Dawn. Me oyes. Mi última palabra.

-Entonces divorciémonos- chilló Dawn con la mano apoyada sobre su corazón- Tendrás que dármelo.

Su esposo lanzó una carcajada.

- ¿ Estás loca? Me has visto la cara de idiota. No te daré el divorcio porque de hacerlo tendría que pasarte la mitad de mis bienes , y eso es algo que no voy a permitir- espetó Alex- Ni te permitiré que me pongas como escudo para tu propio beneficio a ese niño que nunca nacerá.

-No- se impuso Dawn. Si le haces daño a mi bebé te juro que te mato

- Ya lo he dicho, Dawn- terció Alex. Sus palabras arrastraban ira en su tono de voz- Mañana mismo te llevaré a un lugar para que te deshagas de él.

A continuación la escena se tornó borrosa hacia otra…

La imágenes se volvían claras, y el llanto de un bebé, procedente de un dormitorio, retumbaba las paredes.

- Ve y calla a esa maldita niña- gritó Alex una noche a las cuatro de la madrugada.

A Claire se le partía el corazón. Era muy doloroso escuchar las palabras de su padre despotricando y diciendo cosas en contra de la criatura, que era ella misma. Ahora sabía por qué su padre nunca le había demostrado la más mínima gota de cariño que un hijo pudiera necesitar. Su llanto era intenso y su desconsuelo abrumador.

El ángel continuó enseñándole a Claire escenas caóticas y desagradables en donde la víctima siempre era ella.

-¿ Ahora lo entiendes, verdad?- preguntó el ángel esperanzado.

- Mis padres eran felices hasta…hasta…- no pudo terminar la frase sin antes volverse a quebrar en llanto.

- Hasta que tú naciste- concluyó el ángel

-Por eso mi padre me odia.

- Imagino lo doloroso que debe ser para ti saber sus motivos, Claire- dijo el ángel acariciando la mejilla de la chica- Pero era una verdad, un hecho que merecías y debías saber.

-Mi papá toma alcohol desde que yo tengo memoria.

- Así es- asintió el ángel-tu padre se comenzó a beber a partir del momento que supo que tu madre estaba embarazada de ti. Fue la única capaz de luchar por ti, por tu vida, porque vivieras. Y así naciste. Pero tu madre ha sufrido mucho con el paso del tiempo. Te ha criado prácticamente, aunque nunca te ha faltado nada- me refiero a lo material- tu esencial fuente que te fortalece es el amor. Y en ti hay una especia de mezcla de amor y odio que has recibido de tus padres. Está de más decir quién te proporcionó todo ese amor pero ella está sola, Claire. Sólo tu puedes aliviar su dolor.

Claire lloraba aún más fuerte. El ángel la atrajo para sí y apoyó a Claire sobre su pecho. Claire sintió una sensación de felicidad e ira a la vez. Quizá de felicidad porque era imposible estar infeliz en los brazos de aquel sujeto tan hermoso y encantador; pero también estaba irritada, y probablemente se debía a que su padre nunca hizo feliz a su madre. Sus lágrimas caían a chorros y sus ojos estaban cada vez mas morados. Temblaba tanto que por un momento pensó que caería desplomada al suelo.

A continuación el ángel apartó delicadamente a la joven de sus brazos, y añadió:

-Hora de irnos.

Entonces la nube reapareció y ambos subieron a bordo.

Cuando arribaron a destino el ángel se alejó a unos cuantos metros de donde Claire estaba parada. Compungida, Claire miraba como su joven ángel se alejaba, paulatinamente, de ella. Al alejarse suficiente de ella dijo:

- ¿Te gustaría dejar esa vida?.

-¿Cómo dices?-preguntó Claire confundida

- ¿Te gustaría ir a otro sitio más pacífico y acabar con tu sufrimiento? .

No hubo respuesta. Se hizo un breve silencio en el que se miraron el uno con el otro. Por un lado, no sabía si creerlo o no. Pero por el otro temía tanto a no volver a ver a ese ángel tan precioso. <<¿qué más daba?>>- pensó Claire. Pero por otro lado, se sintió un tanto egoísta al pensar sólo en si misma y de haber hecho a un lado todo el amor que su madre le había proporcionado. Y era probable que sufriera ante la ausencia de su hija. Pero los estímulos que la motivaban a seguir en casa de sus padres, eran tan frágiles como un bebé recién nacido.

-¿ Puedo traerla conmigo?-preguntó la chica.

-Algún día- dijo el ángel

Claire se acercó sigilosamente, y ambos desaparecieron al primer contacto que tuvieron.

Margen

En la casa de Dawn y Alex las discusiones y el titineo de los objetos rotos habían al fin cesado. Dawn preocupada subió las escaleras hasta la habitación de Claire y…

_Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh_ profirió un grito de horror al ver que la ventana estaba hecha añicos. Claire ya no estaba. Tenía una conjetura pero temía que fuera real. Entonces se caminó hacia el aféizar de la ventana en donde había una nota que decía:

<<PERDONAME MAMA. TUVE QUE TOMAR ESTA DECISION

POR EL BIEN DE LAS DOS. TE PROMETO QUE ESTARAS CONMIGO

MUY PRONTO. NO ME PUEDO QUEDAR. NO ES MI MUNDO.

DE NUEVO, PERDONAME>>

-Claire, no.

Su madre estaba quebrada en llanto y sus ojos anegados en lágrimas. Entonces se asomó por la ventana y alcanzó a ver que, en planta baja, se hallaba, inerte, el cuerpo de su hija.

Poem 2

lunnyman — Tue, 01 May 2012 09:06:01 GMT

Poem 2

Warm breeze sings in my ears

dark shadow stalks me and I cannot breathe.

Soft peaceful heaven shines me and I live

smoothe touch I perceive and you are there.

Souless days turned to gray,

my breathe weakened from my own grave,

my heart shut when you left,

and my blood ran to the very end.

I live again now you are here,

you break the unreal when you appear

I hold my breathe there stunned

But you come to me and hold me very tight.

I LIVE FOR YOU,

baby, though

I might not exist

in your plans.

I love you.

The WonderReading world

lunnyman — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:53:05 GMT

The WonderReading world

Many would say reading a book's boring or it's just a paper full of letters and ununderstandable words. Others will apply the author didn't do a good work or wasn't inspired or just what he did is boring.

Well, the genuine gift we get from reading is precisely the motivation that makes our mind go beyond the boundries of the already existent world. Sometimes, we find a book is not that attractive as we thought it was to be. Maybe due to its inside full of fantasy and imagination " Too much wandering-mind. This author sucks" say many. But if you want to enjoy a really good book and make benefit from it, just pick the one according to its catogory. If you love ROMANCE and hate FANTASY, obviously pick ROMEO AND JUELIET and not HARRY POTTER. Or in reverse. I liked both, the whole saga of HARRY POTTER and the Twilight saga. I may have enjoyed more Potter's saga cuz I love fantasy and let my mind go across the wall set by our world's reality limits. The book stops being a book from the very moment you dip into its inside. But because we take part in it and then it's us, the character if we're loyal till the end or we quit before it and gave up being part of the whole tale. But if you see you don't like the book you're reading just drop it and get something else according to your taste... LITERATURE is just the translation of the vision of an author's eye printed into words. The gift LITERATURE gives is we can break the rules of the REAL WORLD set our own with a different viewpoint.

I invite you to have a look at my blogs. My writings are written in Spanish. But I'll be also editing my stories in English. Hope you enjoy it :D

http://theinsidereading.blogspot.com.ar/