Harmony

What if the pause becomes a stop? What if the song shouldn´t be played? What if no one would have pressed the play.

The melodies without stave die suffocated with the air that gives life.

What if the pause was necessary to reset the tape recorder? What if it was breathing to sing the next note? What if the silence is the only wat to appreciate the full composition?

Improvise the chords bring life to the score.

What if it´s not necessary the advance button, but keep listening?

Let the show begin!

Identity

They were like robots. They arrived at the end of the path and, without stopping, turned around and came back home. She was sure that if someone had jumped from the cliff, only she would have noticed. All of them were following the same slowly way of walking, empty. They were talking about routine seriously and in a deep voice. She couldn´t look at them because her mind was avoiding the absolute lack of life.

Sitting into the rocks at one side of the path, she was contemplating the ocean looking up the beating of the time, breathing each wind of the world, living.

Her eyes came wet and she desired to be part of the sea. She could still be free there.

She looked at him. He seemed tired. However, he was smiling as sweet as always. He approached her and put a soft kiss into her lips. They saw each other and sighed. He tried to catch her carefully. She tried to grab him forcefully. But they were still clumsy and fell down immediately laughing. No one tried to help them. They didn´t need it.

The wheelchair went away from them due to the wind. Maybe she wouldn´t be able to walk again but she wasn´t going to be dragged by the current. He was there. And even more... she believed in herself again.

Past days

He realized it was the anniversary when the night fell. It was the first time that he didn´t wake up in a bad mood remembering that the happiness of that day was a lie which he had created. It was the first time that he forgot to wear bitterness. It was the first time that he observed the lovely pictures of the graduation day and didn´t feel anything. It was the last time when he cried due to that day. He uncorked a bottle of wine for the first time, left it breathing while he was looking at each name of the class photo. He filled the glass. No longer grudge, even to himself.