And there I found myself, with the poem in my hands, the living room in the distance. I saw myself crossing the door of that place, I saw how a young man approached me asking my need.
-Ehhh I'm looking for a young woman- I said
-What's her name is she? she asked me in a captivating tone.
… .I was still there, observing that place of classes, trembling with fear. How is she called, I questioned me in a low voice. The roar of the bell is heard. It's recess time, I thought.
-It's the Joseph moment- I repeated in my mind. You are going to go and give him the poem ... it will be easy, don't worry.
I was walking firm and determined, when I was approaching the door, just at that moment, she came out.
-Ho..ho..Hello- greeting her with a trembling voice
-We know each other?
-Whhh ... nnn ... no- she replied as she stretched out her arm, with her writing.
-Thank you. What is it? She asked me.
Nerves flooded me, it was normal for me, but this time it was different, each of my limbs trembled and I was paralyzed in my tracks, the young woman in front of me was confused, and her gaze changed until she was terrified.
I started to feel a pain in my chest and a severe headache. I felt that I could not breathe and my legs could not with my weight, I fell to the floor, with my body tense, I could not move, I was scared, but then a relief; flooding my body and a feeling of liberation completely invaded me, I could still observe my surroundings and those that remained, only from a different point of view, I saw others from an almost divine vision, I assumed that everything was inside my head . But that hope was quenched with the terrified cry of a female voice;
"He's dead," she said without crying out, in a muffled whisper.
"That seems," seconded a male voice and indifferent to the facts.
-Ahhhh! - They shouted, desperately, nobody knew what to do and I didn't understand why.
I was talking but they were not listening. "No, I'm fine. I feel more alive than ever.
Daniela, the young woman, to whom the poem had been given moments before, pushed her way through the crowd of students, bending her knees, approached me and kissed me. There are two things I must regret; one for her and one for me; me, for not feeling her kiss and she for kissing a corpse.
-Joseph? . are you there?
-siii- I screamed. from wherever I was
-Joseph, don't leave me
-But we hardly know each other- speaking to nothing.
"Little by little, the image was fading. The next thing I can see is my body disintegrating and melting into the shadows, I don't understand what happens.
Even after death, I do not believe that my death is due to the irrational fear that a girl produced in me, literally.