Al fin

(mi interpretación de Mariana interpretándome)
duda...
risas...
“Al fin... al fin... Se... ha volado eso que complementaba la duda de mi generosidad amorosa.Se ha ido y sigue aquí.
Voló dando vueltas haciendo círculos encima de mi cabeza, porque a pesar de que mi mente ha querido partir, me he paralizado.
Ella llamó... ahí me quedé?...
La frialdad de sus palabras made me realice de la duda que tenia acerca de su generosidad amorosa.
Fue rápido, pero duro años, duro silencios incómodos. Soy feliz. Feliz de esta nueva soledad a la que me enfrento... de mi individualidad, porque se que ella es feliz.todas las carencias que hubo en la relación se esfuman atenuándose... y evacuan el alma... no, eso no...
Se esfuman y se ahogan en un mar de respuestas.
Por que...?por que...?por que el destino de nuestra relación fue difuso desde el comienzo?cerré los ojos y camine sin saber si el piso estaba empedrado. Ella camino junto a mi; pero llegamos a un punto en el que no pude resistir la tentación. Entonces, abrí los ojos y me asusté, me asusto encontrarme a mi mismo perdido , a mitad de la nada...
Esperé, y Al fin ella abrió los ojos.
No sabíamos por donde seguir, y tampoco como regresar.
Yo buscaba claridad. Pero ella...Ella buscaba algo más, algo diferente, buscaba algo inexistente, y Yo, no quise esperarla, no supe mostrarle el camino.
tomamos caminos diferentes... Al fin”

(su interpretación del Mr. Hyde que llevo dentro)

"El que no sabe a dónde va, nunca llegará a ningún lugar."
"Fuck you I say, as Mr. Self really wants to yell that four letter word to that fucking bitch. Why couldn’t you fucking handle me? Was I too much for you? How could you not even demonstrate that my affection enchanted your smileWhy can’t you just see? I want you. Why do you have to be such a girl? And deny the possibility of growing up? Was I asking too much? Perhaps I was. To be perfectly honest, I never believed in this adventure that we began with strange looks and hysterical laughs. I think you didn’t believe in this either, but I also think that your level of being a hypocrite is in a much too advanced level. You made it impossible for me. To be myself. You didn’t let me. You wanted me to be like everyone else. And I couldn’t. I am much better… in some ways. I just wanted you to make me and all my qualities yours. I wanted to show you a different but (possible) better way of life, a way of life which bases are not destroying, but creating, an inspiring way of life. That makes you be as perfect as you let yourself be. A way of life that lets you begin meeting your soul. This way of life that I once had. And right is leaving inside of a lost memory, but is slowly fading away while my heart cries in pain. Why is the human being damned of imperfection? The answer is simple. It is that when something achieves to be near perfection, something inside of it grows. In my case, and in my experience this was a personal demon. It was my own arrogance. Perhaps this is the answer of all my questions. Perhaps. It was arrogance that made me begin this trip, this voyage, without even believing in it, or perhaps not. Perhaps it was fate. Or perhaps my head is just messing around with me, and nothing that I say or think is true. And we could have been perfect for each other if we had let us be just ourselves around each other, and not the meaning that we’ve given to perfection in our little minds. I guess we’ll never know. And to be honest I don’t care. I don’t want to care, ‘cause it troubles me. That’s all for now. Your character has died in my movie and if you ask me a train ran over it, or maybe, to make it more interesting, your ashes were found in a small town, near a remote country that no one has ever heard of."