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The youth MOVEMENT
The youth MOVEMENT
Fery Quintana
"I thought I was almost forgotten, but it was me who forgot..."
viernes, 27 de noviembre de 2015
miércoles, 25 de noviembre de 2015
The youth MOVEMENT
Song: The next day (David Bowie)
CHAPTER 0
The city is going wild, everything seems just as fast as a
rocket. The cars do not stop moving, people on streets keep walking in the same
direction, like full pack of zombies.
Bda bda bda, they do not walk, my mistake; they
shuffle with a coordinated low pase.
It´s weird, I just found myself missing the silence. Even if
I am at the top of a tall as skycraper building I keep listening the troublesome noises of the
world, a horrid mix of dirty whispers, storm like claxons and crappy music of
the 21st century.
Time is moving faster. One breath, one hour; one blink,
another friend gone.
Didi is being a negative morron again, sorry. I should not
think… I´m just letting my screw fall over everything outside me. My negativity
has been getting worse, loneliness starts to spend the bill over my already
shitty personality.
I received a package today, a plain cardbox from a weird
address, from Spain, I pressume. It had no remitter. I´m afraid it could be a bomb
or a new virus. I do not know if it is safe to open it..
Well, even if this is something dangerous I will survive…
The only way to kill me is forgetting me.
Just open it, Didi!
Ok, here we go.
Rubbish, white noisy rubbish… then an envelope with
something hard inside.
The bomb theory is still running. People will die, I pray
for their souls…
Tik tak, tik tak...
I opened the envelope and I let a breath escape from my
lips. God! I am so glad that it was not a bomb. We do not know what is people
thinking this days, they might like some caos in a big city, killing thousands
of humans and destroying skycrapers.
It is just a letter and a cd. The remitter, still unknown.
But this smell... Vanilla and forest scent. I remember it
pretty...perfect. My body starts to experiment the same reactions that I have
had in the past: the gold fluid I have for blood speeded up through my veins,
my heart went wild... All the same reactions you would have after running a
marathon.
I used to love the origin of this scent. He was... a strange
person.
But, the weirdest thing off all is the fact that I have
received a letter itself, even my name is writen on the box. I really thought I
was almost forgotten...
Well, I have not received anything since 1990. I could not
have imagined that he remembered me after 25 years of disappearance.
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