Everything was cloudy. His vision, the sky, his lucidity. Someone was saying things as if from behind a very thick and steamed up glass, and he did not know how to take his hands to where he could scrub his eyes in order to unbog what he was seeing. For a moment he even felt how a huge tear drop emerged from his left eye leaving its wet vertical wake over his cheek. He sensed it all above every other thing that surrounded him since, awake as he was, the tiny water spot made in his ears such an extreme noise as would a sudden flooding flow of a dry river at Summer start. He was about to yell from desperation, but then the feeling started to fade.
At last, he realized where he was and what it was that had occurred.
- What happened? - He was able to say. He wanted to say something else, but his mind was well too stuck.
- Cats are gone. - Said the voice.
Niko moved as though he wanted to sit up, but a remain of pain in his articulations didn't allow it, so he only turned his head so as to see the person owning that voice.
- Wait down there, don't get up. - She warned. - Relax for a while.
Although for some reason it seemed strange to him, Niko didn't feel surprised to know he was obeying a perfect stranger. He leaned his head over the little bench's cement and let himself be drawn off by exhaustion. However, a few seconds later he noticed that something was climbing up his spine: Some sort of spark that was burning all of his nervous center in an unthinkable way and then spread all along his body giving him an energy and a discernment that he had never experienced before. He sat up fast till being fully straight on the bench.
- You are a very good person. - Said he.
He said it with such tone of voice and such conviction that she went all scare-blue with cold as she realized he did not refer only to the fact that she had helped him some moments ago, but he had also made, in that sole phrase, a summary of all of her attitudes, actions, failures and experiences with a degree of compasion that was more than overwhelming. For a moment she felt completely bound to fate, as if naked, without being at all concious of what it was that was going on, a thousand images paraded right in front of her eyes just as that boy told a too-well-known story. So familiar, that it always hurt.
- You've lost something. - Said he. - Someone. Someone that suddenly was gone. Someone with whom you shared a whole list of dreams and projects. Someone that one day just left. You've wondered thousands of times what it was that you did wrong for such thing to have happened. You have cried and haven't gotten any comfort. You've wanted to share your misfortune, but nobody listens, nobody would understand anyway. You've sought for this person's arms. You've wanted to hear his voice amid the crowds or to see his face while you walk on the street, but you know he's not coming back. You've lost him and you think it is your fault. You think you don't deserve any more chances, so you'd rather not look for them. You've surrendered. You've given up getting what used to be granted to you and it is because of this that you prefer to help. Just like you helped me.
The girl snapped out of her image download as she somehow knew herself as being the very close target of the most sincerely thankful smile. She realized that she was too very near that man, but never felt frightened, since, although her face was flooded in tears, nothing could shame her anymore. She felt fearless even when his hand rose from his lap to lay on her chest so as to withdraw, as if being a light magnet, a small diamond that simply came off through her skin without pain or feeling whatsoever.
That was the best part: She felt nothing. And that was the best moment of her life until then. Since now -as she saw in frank acceptance, although without fully understanding, the little diamond vaporizing into thin air- she was finally free. Free to smile...
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Showing posts with label super powers. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 9, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Super-kor, the beginning
On the day that Niko realized about his superpower, he also noticed his weakness.
It was a rainless and sunless day. A nothing day. Empty and without soul. Niko was walking with a slouch amid the bushes of some lost park within the anonimity of the suburbs. Flowers stood as if sad, waiting for some dew drops to fall down from the sky. Everything around looked as if in a frankly dry and chapped desperation. Some cats were playing paddling with their paws lying as though waiting over the various cannal shore edges of the artificial woods. A girl was seeing them without watching, as if lost and ecstatic at the same time. Niko could guess without thinking about it, just with opening his senses before her posture and attitude, that she was needy of something to fill certain gaps and certain crevices. Nevertheless, at that precise moment, facing the image that was being showed to his fearless eyes, Niko had some sort of epiphanic sensory revelation: Suddenly all of the environment turned into an enormous transparent heart that shrank and dilated in a hectic and whimsical fashion. It was as if Niko had the capability to contemplate the balance of everything that surrounded him.
He thought he was going to faint from such overwhelming feeling. The girl noticed him too and stood up from where she was, the more because of the shock of seeing him stumbling all around than because of will to help him. In fact, for a moment, she was quite skeptical of what was happening: It could pretty well occur that this guy was some abuser that showed himself to his victims feeding pity into them. So, by the time Niko finally collapsed on the bench where she had been sitting, the girl had already walked backwards with a rejecting gesture. A little while afterwards, however, she noticed that his face was more than pale. She approached him to clear his forehead from hair and ask him what was wrong.
- It's the cats. - Said he. - They thirst for killing.
Not a very long time after that, when Niko had already accepted his superhero condition, he had to admit a fact that wouldn't favour him at all: Super-kor must not have enemies ever. As a matter of fact, the best thing for him would be to become an anonymous superhero, since his weakness flowed mercilessly from within the smallest nooks where lay the worst intentions of all life forms: Super-kor couldn not defeat evil. Only sadness and pain...
Click here for Spanish version
It was a rainless and sunless day. A nothing day. Empty and without soul. Niko was walking with a slouch amid the bushes of some lost park within the anonimity of the suburbs. Flowers stood as if sad, waiting for some dew drops to fall down from the sky. Everything around looked as if in a frankly dry and chapped desperation. Some cats were playing paddling with their paws lying as though waiting over the various cannal shore edges of the artificial woods. A girl was seeing them without watching, as if lost and ecstatic at the same time. Niko could guess without thinking about it, just with opening his senses before her posture and attitude, that she was needy of something to fill certain gaps and certain crevices. Nevertheless, at that precise moment, facing the image that was being showed to his fearless eyes, Niko had some sort of epiphanic sensory revelation: Suddenly all of the environment turned into an enormous transparent heart that shrank and dilated in a hectic and whimsical fashion. It was as if Niko had the capability to contemplate the balance of everything that surrounded him.
He thought he was going to faint from such overwhelming feeling. The girl noticed him too and stood up from where she was, the more because of the shock of seeing him stumbling all around than because of will to help him. In fact, for a moment, she was quite skeptical of what was happening: It could pretty well occur that this guy was some abuser that showed himself to his victims feeding pity into them. So, by the time Niko finally collapsed on the bench where she had been sitting, the girl had already walked backwards with a rejecting gesture. A little while afterwards, however, she noticed that his face was more than pale. She approached him to clear his forehead from hair and ask him what was wrong.
- It's the cats. - Said he. - They thirst for killing.
Not a very long time after that, when Niko had already accepted his superhero condition, he had to admit a fact that wouldn't favour him at all: Super-kor must not have enemies ever. As a matter of fact, the best thing for him would be to become an anonymous superhero, since his weakness flowed mercilessly from within the smallest nooks where lay the worst intentions of all life forms: Super-kor couldn not defeat evil. Only sadness and pain...
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Sunday, July 22, 2007
Super-kor
Super-kor was a hero. He knew it and everyone else did too. Nevertheless, Super-kor always had in mind that the not-so-redeeming thing about being loved and appreciated is that the boundaries that divide humility and vanity might as well be broken by anyone at any time.
His chief power was meant for the hurting hearts of people. No other superhero could grant the joy that Super-kor did. Because there's no greater feeling of pleasure in the world than the absence of pain, most of all if it happens immediately after pain.
Suicidals were who got the most aid from Super-kor. There wasn't gratitude in this world that could be compared at all to what they felt. And it all was such an easy thing for him: Just a matter of placing his hand on the person's chest in order for their heart to be healed, after the most intense ten seconds of their lives. As if being virtual ointments, stitches, massages and rehab-sessions from the most instrinsic depths of his very soul. Super-kor then knew the person entirely, understood and empathized with him or her and then loved them unmercilessly while being within a searing embrace. By the time the process was over, the person had already experienced the catharsis that would've taken them years of efforts and more pain towards a whole new type of freedom back to their soul's innocence. In the end, the feeling of relief was such that everyone, without exception, exploded in a beautiful laughter.
That was Super-kor's power. For many, a hero. Even though he knew that quite frequently it isn't so great to be one...
(to be continued...)
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WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW? My dear friend Blanca, whose blog I really love, got her nephew to draw the first Super-kor comic sketches. Check them out! I really loved them, specially when Super-kor lays his hand over the girl's heart while he's closing his eyes. Thanks, Blanca!
His chief power was meant for the hurting hearts of people. No other superhero could grant the joy that Super-kor did. Because there's no greater feeling of pleasure in the world than the absence of pain, most of all if it happens immediately after pain.
Suicidals were who got the most aid from Super-kor. There wasn't gratitude in this world that could be compared at all to what they felt. And it all was such an easy thing for him: Just a matter of placing his hand on the person's chest in order for their heart to be healed, after the most intense ten seconds of their lives. As if being virtual ointments, stitches, massages and rehab-sessions from the most instrinsic depths of his very soul. Super-kor then knew the person entirely, understood and empathized with him or her and then loved them unmercilessly while being within a searing embrace. By the time the process was over, the person had already experienced the catharsis that would've taken them years of efforts and more pain towards a whole new type of freedom back to their soul's innocence. In the end, the feeling of relief was such that everyone, without exception, exploded in a beautiful laughter.
That was Super-kor's power. For many, a hero. Even though he knew that quite frequently it isn't so great to be one...
(to be continued...)
Click here for Spanish version
WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW? My dear friend Blanca, whose blog I really love, got her nephew to draw the first Super-kor comic sketches. Check them out! I really loved them, specially when Super-kor lays his hand over the girl's heart while he's closing his eyes. Thanks, Blanca!
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