Insomnio

Nunca he sido una persona de muchas reglas, pero cuando se trata del sueño, tengo una especie de contrato implícito conmigo misma. Una non spoken rule. Y anoche la rompí. (Y el video a continuación no tiene nada que ver -cronotopo, infancia, juego, la tesis me persigue- pero me gusta mucho)

La regla dice: si tienes insomnio por ningún motivo prendas la luz. Puedes darte infinitas vueltas, pensar todo lo que quieras, taparte y destaparte, pero no prendas la luz, porque, de prenderla, se abre todo un mundo engañoso, que presenta la noche como el día y que hace huir despavorido al más mínimo rastro de sueño que te quede. 

Bueno, anoche prendí la luz (y el video a continuación tiene un poco que ver, con las cosas que pensé y que hice, y que no voy a escribir acá)

She was wise beyond all others. 

On the island she was my lover. 

We went wild and it almost killed me, I was blind. 

But for thirteen days of sun and her I thought I'd never die. 

I couldn't get tired, although I should have been sleeping. 

For the first time I wasn't hard of feeling. 

And at night, while the others were dreaming, we went wild. 

We'd go running through the temples and the forests of the isle. 

For thirteen of those sleepless nights I thought I'd never die. 

I don't know what the hell it was that gave us so much life. On the island we went wild, we never closed our eyes. Don't know where she's gone or what she's done to who since then. She loved me right into the ground. I won't go wild again. 

I thought good times could last forever. 

Long nights and perfect weather. 

I tried to never say never, but I was wrong. 

I woke up on the beach one day and found that she had gone. 

The rains had come, there was no sun, I felt so deadly tired. 

After thirteen days of loving her I felt like I could die. 

We went wild.

The wildness of those days couldn't last for long.