Decides marcharte lejos de casa, a un sitio desconocido para ti, con personas desconocidas, para ver si puedes huir de tus miedos, tus problemas y tus inseguridades. Crees que huyendo se quedaran atras, que no seran capaces de seguirte, pero lo hacen.
Tal vez no te encuentren enseguida, tal vez se pierdan durante un tiempo por la ciudad, buscandote entre las miles de caras que estan huyendo tambien de su soledad...
Pero tarde o temprano terminan reconociendote, y te pegan tan fuerte que parece que hayan venido multiplicados.
Ilusa de ti! Has corrido a otra tierra a huir de tu porqueria sin saber que no es posible, que la porqueria debe limpiarse, no huir de ella ni cambiar de casa cada vez que te molesta.
Porque siempre vuelve. Acecha, y cuando estas mas desprevenido ataca como venganza por haberla dejado atras.
Lo peor de todo es que ya lo sabias. Eras consciente de ello porque siempre pasa lo mismo.
Cada vez que te sientes perdida te vas como alma que persigue el diablo, asustada porque tal vey es asi.
Pero al diablo no hay que hacerle caso, que luego ya se sabe lo que pasa.
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You decide to go far from home, to a unknown place for you, with unknown people, just to see if you can run away from our fears, cour problems and your unsecurities. You think that running away they will stay behind, that they won t be able to follow you, but they do.
Maybe they won t find you at once, maybe they ll get lost for a while in the city, looking for you amongst the thousand faces that are hiding from their loneliness too.
But sooner or later they recognise you, and they hit you so hard that you thing they came multiplied.
Fool of you! You have runned into another land, hiding from your mess, without noticing that this is not possible, that your mess must be cleaned, you cannot run away from it nor buying a new home for yourself everytime it annoys you.
Because it always returns. It lurks (), and when you are nt looking it attacks you as a vengeance for having left it behind.
The worst of all is that you knew it. You were conscious of it because it s always the same. Everytime you feel lost you run as if the devil is catching you, frightened because maybe this could be like this.
But, you musn't pay attention to the devil, because you know what happens if you do it.
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