Tells the story that a long time ago, in the century XXI, there existed a lady charmingly
perfect...
It is said that was the best in her college: the best notes, the most refined modals, the skin most shining and the most fine pleasures of the city. However; in the exact moment just as the sun gets down and the sunset comes, that lady gets off all her jewelries, her perfect dresses and her righteous attitude to become someone common, in any girl of somewhere.
Drinks, smokes, tattoos, alcohol and parties. She became the girl that anyone couldn´t recognize. Dance at the rhythm of so magnificent music, one that a pure soul wouldn’t ever
accept. Enjoy without limits, kiss anyone, jump in the center of a table, swear words and happy endings.
But, the next morning she came back to the routine, to the aristocracy, to the perfect dresses and the high heels. With that being said, like anything in the world, that girl died, except for this time there was something that marked her existence in the world that habitted, and until now is still
breathing; for in her epitaph is written:
“I died and finally I'm here, I arrived as I wanted to: arrived without liver for too much alcohol,
without lungs for too much smoke, with scars for too many adventures lived, I arrived sick
and older. and yet. I made a difference. Because to death it's only arrived broken, patched up by too many wanderings, with too many stories to tell and too many experiences full of pleasure. I did what I wanted to do, I
didn't reserve myself for anyone but Death, I was happy, without regrets and then - just like that - is how Death is reached”.
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Translated by Rubí Amador
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RandomAnd when reality surpasses fiction, more than one piece of writing is not enough to describe the excitement of discovery, development and acceptance as creatures of consciousness, humans say. Translated by Rubí Amador.
