The Farewell Ocean

To the forthcoming tasty baby...

There is an ocean in the dreamest corner of the soul, deeper than memories, further than love, beyond time. They call it the Farewell Ocean.

There is a village near the ocean, a unique place where people spend the last night of their former lives, before they say goodbye to the world. They call it the Forgotten Village.

Although no one has returned from the Farewell Ocean or the Forgotten Village, every living man or woman knows what happens there. When you immerse your own body in its dense green waters, small drops of the ocean start climbing through your skin, enveloping your entire being, inviting you to keep on moving, forcing you to join the ocean.

Once you are under the surface, it is said that you become invisible, every atom of your body touched by water non reflecting light ever more. At that moment, you are supposed to leave the ocean and start your new isolated existence.

Some sceptic ignorants may say people die when touch the water of the Farewell Ocean. They even may argue that corpses don't float due to the high water density, and new visitors to the Forgotten Village are then not warned by death bodies. The truth is, my apprentice, I once was under the surface of the Farewell Ocean.

Now, it's up to you to decide whether I am dead or you just can't see me...


NB: English is not my mother tongue. Please, don't hesitate to send me a mail or post a comment reporting my spelling mistakes. Thanks :)

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Resbala por tu mejilla... llueve.

¿Cómo era antes? ¿Cómo eras antes? Ella lo sabe, lo recuerda... ella lo imagina, en sus sueños lo ve, lo siente. Pero lo ha olvidado todo. Pasea con la mirada perdida, con el intenso azul de sus ojos anegado por la tristeza. Sin rumbo, sin camino, sin presente... espera.

En un intento por hacer pasar el tiempo, agachas la cabeza, te entierras, dejas de respirar. Un día volverás a ver la luz del sol, te cegará y vagarás por ese otro mundo sin ver nada durante catorce lunas. Comprenderás su dolor, su búsqueda, tu elección, tu fracaso.

Resbala por su mejilla... llora.