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lunes, 23 de diciembre de 2013

¿Hace cuantísimo que no subo nada? Muuuuuucho tiempo. Pero ahora se acerca el fin de año y no podía acabar sin publicar nada.
Así que sin más dilación, aquí dejo un escrito - el primero que hago en inglés, creo - medio producto de un sueño, medio inspirado por el comienzo de "La Rueda del Tiempo".

The last night I had a dream.
A bad dream.
A fucking nightmare.
There was a man dressed in black. His coat was as black as the darkest night. The black metal of his armor reflected nothing. The black fur of his horse made him invisible. He didn’t own a shadow because he was a shadow himself. All his presence made me felt like he was taking the happiness, the hope, the light, away. So far away from this world… where nobody could ever reach it.

The last night I had a dream.
A bad dream.
A fucking nightmare.
There was a knight who shined like the sun. His diamond sword lighted like it had trapped a rainbow in his heart. The gold from his armor made him look glorious, golden, brave. His mare had a pearly fur, as beautiful as the moon. All his presence made me felt like he could reach everything. All the dreams could be real. All the loves could last forever. All the laughs and cheer and happiness could fly high and touch the sky. I tough there was hope.

The last night I had a dream.
A bad dream.
A fucking nightmare.
The knight walked into the light until he found a mirror. He saw his own reflection. And then some kind of mist came out from the nothing and covered the knight and the mirror. When the vapor had been gone away, the golden knight wasn’t there. The man dressed in black was. And I felt so afraid. Hopeless.