REACTION

Night comes and bears your face. The most beautiful night, the clearest moon and the quietest woods. The night that is liberates and dark like you, but at the same time defenseless and bright. The night comes that brings confusion in me and into other tranquility: you always bring confusion. The night arrives that goes from zero to a thousand, from a thousand to zero, then quiet, then sound, rustle and flowing water. The night that, like you, is restless, unstoppable, tireless, but still wonderful!
It’s like I’m still a little child actually. The noises, the tastes, the smells, the sight and the touch are amplified, but so much that at times I seem strange (they probably are). When I eat something that’s done really well, and by good I mean when it almost makes your tongue melt at how good it is, I cry. I cry because I am moved, I cry because the taste is so good that I really feel happy in that moment. When I touch the leaves or branches of some plant I almost think I feel their essence inside me, I almost think I am one with nature. When I observe people’s eyes I try to capture their feelings almost obsessively, I work so hard that I often succeed. When I listen to music or just someone talking, it seems to me that something vibrates in me, as if my body changes as the pitch changes. The most beautiful thing of all is the way I look at things: with curiosity and passion, as if everything were beautiful, as if everything were new, even looking at the same things. I will be crazy, of course, but I am proud of this madness!
We listen to music because it is as if, in some way, it made us feel strong, with our backs covered, with our emotions protected. We listen to music because thanks to it, often times, we don’t need to talk, and other times just because we need to do it, but we can’t do it in any other way. We listen to music to tell ourselves a lot of mental lies and, sometimes, to be able to admit the truth to ourselves. We use music because among a thousand things that exist, music always understands us! It comforts us when we want to be comforted; it kills us when we already feel like corpses; it makes us happy when we need to be; it makes us sad when we cannot feel otherwise; it makes us nostalgic when it reminds us of particular events through words or sound. The thing that does music better, however, is to make us silent: it speaks when we are unable to speak, it silences us when we want to talk too much!

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joiel
    Aug 26, 2021 @ 21:54:49

    How much inspiration! The music and the night have possessed you.

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    • Fairy Queen
      Aug 28, 2021 @ 15:57:33

      No soy un noctámbulo ni un sonámbulo, pero a menudo me quedo despierto si tengo demasiada ansiedad. A veces escucho música techno porque el bajo regula mi corazón, o música étnica con tambores fuertes. Otras veces, al escuchar música, empiezo a escribir. No es que me haga sentir mejor, no, es solo una forma de inclinarme hacia los demás. Porque de noche son los peores momentos. Porque hasta hace poco tenía pesadillas con mi abusador y odiaba tener que dormir por la noche. Lamentablemente yo era pequeño cuando pasaron esas cosas y aún hoy no estoy callado por la noche porque él podría aparecer en mis sueños.

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      • Joiel
        Aug 29, 2021 @ 01:53:36

        No soy amigo de continuar las respuestas hasta convertirlas en hilos interminables por una cuestión de respeto, pero necesito decirte que a veces solo con dolor se alcanza la gloria. La vida no es justa o injusta, no entiende de tales conceptos, la vida es o no es, son las almas de los mortales quienes se empeñan en complicarlo todo.
        No te conozco, no sé quién eres, no te he observado atenta a la luna o sintiendo el viento en la cara mientras llueve, pero eres una persona creativa, y eso ya supone encajar la primera pieza del puzzle. Haz de tus peores momentos comienzos, y como dice el proverbio, no luches contra el huracán, inclínate y conviértete en viento.
        Sueña, descansa, repara tus latidos, quiérete.

        PD: disculpa mi verborrea.

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