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was like dropping a crystal goblet to the floor. The same feeling of powerlessness to see it fall, you can not take it with your hands, do not prevent the plane crashing end and the chips ... how can I forget that image, the defragmentation of the matter, shattering a thousand parts flying in different directions, but all in slow motion, with suffering.
much pain and remorse. Now deep breath, talk to specialists, I will eternal therapy sessions, but not enough. The image returns again and again. I say that life goes on, that the best is what has not yet arrived. But I am anchored in yesterday, at that fateful moment.
The cliff, imposing, he returns with vertigo in tow every time I think about it. These rocks fatal, contemplating the vastness of nature, in the most absolute silence, as if for the veneration. Ancestral landscape tended to our feet, holding hands while we let ourselves go for hours.
From little portable fridge we got the bottle of champagne, well chilled. Two crystal glasses perched on the stone surface, in the tiny space we had left between them, while our legs dangling into the void, defy the laws of gravity.
offer, with a light touch and sound of the crystals. We drank, enjoying the moment with the soul. The breeze barely ruffled us. The fleecy clouds the sky as the sun, hidden, deprived us of his usual warmth.
We leave the cups on the edge. Maybe we both thought the same way at the same time, never know. The answers do not come to me, not embrace me or give me a relief. But with the glasses on the edge of the cliff, we advance our hands, almost in sync, and push, with a soft coup, our respective glasses to an inevitable free fall.
And as they fell, peep our bodies recklessly forward, with the sole purpose of witnessing the explosion, hundreds of feet below. It was then that (if you have been doing) we think the same. Well she did not act like I did. She stood straight forward, while my arm gained momentum and pounded on his back, making it fall behind the glasses.
still do not understand why I did it. I feel helplessness of the past, regret. But I have some lazy to forget. That image, in slow motion, with tearing cry infinity, is stronger than anything else. Return again and again. And I will let Him.