The
rats run through the city, something huge was taking place that I can no longer
understand, I’m scared. My dreams were clouded over with a brief, lethal cloud
of dust. My skin peeled off. I am scared, scared for my soul that felt no
sympathy for the people that died.
My
memories are frightened away by the red humming that inundates the streets. The
news plunged into mourning and the parasites were exalted in the unleashed
morbidity, maybe that film from Hollywood was destined to fall in this way.
With a
sarcastic tone, I had teased them, turned off the television and slept happily,
because at the end of the day, something weird was taking place in the city.
Las ratas corren por la ciudad, ha sucedido algo grande que no logro comprender; tengo miedo. Mis sueños se ven obnubilados en una polvareda fugaz y mortal. Mi piel se escarapela. Tengo miedo, miedo a mi alma que no ha sentido conmiseración por la gente que murió.
Mis
recuerdos se espantan entre zumbidos rojos que inundan las calles. El noticiero
se enluta y los hombres parásitos se ven enaltecidos en la morbosidad
desencadenada, tal vez ese film de Hollywood era destinado a caer de ese modo.
Con un
tono sarcástico me he burlado de ellos, apago la televisión y duermo feliz,
porque al fin sucede algo inusual en esta ciudad
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