LEUDH (English version).

LEUDH

"An illusion, an invention, a poor attempt of our imagination seeking to transcend and transfigure by endowing itself with sensitivities that never existed."

That's what my conscience whispered in my ear, warning me of the presence of internal demons, those that our foolish thoughts feed on, that thrive on our stubbornness to not accept reality and invent our own absurd truths.

They laughed loudly and boasted about that spectacle, that offering, that banquet of avoidable mistakes.

A desperate scream shook the space where reason hides and emotions rage; everything fell silent, all present looked at each other's faces seeking answers, seeking an explanation.

Right in the center, the one submerged in a thick pitch of delirium and confusion, rose from the ground, looked at each of the demons present there, and said:

"I am the one who feeds you, the one who gave you existence, who has tried to chain you for so long so that everything flows in the best way possible.

I realize the deception, that the only condemnation is the one I have imposed on myself, that their mockery is not laughter but tears, for the chains I have placed on my being.

Today I set them free; today I unleash everything they hold, everything they hide, everything that could have been, and everything that I am."

Then, madness and death sitting at a distance, smiled at each other once again.