[ESP | ENG] 220830 QUERIDO DIARIO | DEAR DIARY

Verme, recordarme. Ha sido en un par de semanas. Tomar la decisión de ponerme delante del espejo, de quedarme observando, de atreverme a lanzarme. De mantenerme la mirada. De desafiarme.

De gritarme, maldecirme, insultarme... y observar. De amarme, quererme, agradecerme, perdonarme... y observar. Por que bajo las ropas de la forma podía ver asomar la esencia.

Una esencia que como un niño, sale de su escondite tímida y reservada. Curiosa.

Cuando me di cuenta, otras miradas se encontraban fijas en mi. No en el cuerpo, ni en la ropa, no en mi cara, si no en las profundidades de mis ojos. Y vieron.

Tengo la impresión de que no era a mi a quien miraban, si no a la melodía del latido de su corazón.

Seeing me, remembering me. It has been a couple of weeks. Making the decision to stand in front of the mirror, to stare at myself, to dare to throw myself. To hold my gaze. To challenge myself.

To yell at me, to curse me, to insult me... and to observe. Of loving me, wanting me, thanking me, forgiving me... and observing. Because under the clothes of the form I could see the essence.

An essence that like a child, comes out of its hiding place shy and reserved. Curious.

When I realized, other eyes were fixed on me. Not on my body, not on my clothes, not on my face, but in the depths of my eyes. And they saw.

I got the impression that it wasn't me they were looking at, but the melody of their heartbeat.