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The Fool

Updated: Jun 27, 2021

(English below)

Sientes que junto al dolor, también quieres borrar los recuerdos, los momentos de belleza, el amor, los abrazos, las risas, el sabor de esa persona, su olor, su piel bajo tus dedos, todos los momentos compartidos, todos los momentos de extrañeza.


Con el dolor, quieres que desaparezca todo lo demás, como un Big Ban inverso, una película rebobinada que engulle a los protagonistas, que deshace lo andado, lo vivido, para que no duela la carencia, para que no pese la ausencia. Quieres que ese Big Ban inverso borre de tu piel la memoria de lo vivido, de lo gozado, de lo llorado... ese Big Ban inverso ya no produce recuerdos, sino que los engulle en su nada de potencialidades nunca existidas, hasta que el dolor se precipita dentro de sí mismo, fagocitando todo lo demás con él. Punto cero. Erased.


Porque no quieres sentir dolor, y mientras la memoria exista, mientras las huellas de sus dedos sigan presentes en tu piel, quedará la memoria. Y la memoria te lleva a la ausencia, ese abismo delante de ti, ese primer paso hacia el vacío de las carencias.

Como el reverso tenebroso de El Loco.


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Along with the pain, you want to erase the memories, the moments of beauty, the love, the hugs, the laughter, the taste of that person, their smell, their skin under your fingers, all the shared moments, all the moments of strangeness.


With the pain, you want everything else to disappear, like a reverse Big Bang, a backwards film that engulfs the main characters, that undoes what has been done, what has been lived, so that lack does not hurt, so that absence does not weight. You want to erase from your skin the memory of everything lived, everything enjoyed, everything mourned ... That reverse Big Bang that no longer produces memories engulfs them instead in its nonexistent potentialities, until pain plunges within himself, engulfing everything else with it. Zero point. Erased.


You don't want to feel pain, and as long as his fingerprints are still present on your skin, the memory exists, the memory remains, that memory that leads to the abyss in front of you, that first step towards the emptiness of the absence.


Like the dark side of The Fool.


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