I’m by the sea, in front of me, gulls hovering; and I wonder if they are free despite their flight or are tied to the survival instinct that don’t allow them to move away from the group. What would happen if one decided to fly on their own, without a guide ?. While I watch them, I feel a tense calm that a minutes ago was fear, terror, horror. As a thriller where you are with the soul in a fist because you do not know who is the bad guy, nor when will appear, making viewers sticking a jump from their chairs or close their eyes whenever the suspenseful music sounds, so I’ve lived my walk along the beach. Scared, petrified, terrified, trying to look at the sea, the palm trees, to think in other stuff, but my body shakes and trembles at the presence of “people”. My phobia increases despite my efforts like I have made today keeping my walk without avoiding it.hombre-frente-al-mar


Estoy junto al mar, en frente de mí, gaviotas revoloteando; y yo me pregunto si son libres a pesar de su vuelo ó estan atadas al instinto de supervivencia que que no les permite alejarse del grupo. ¿ Que sucedería si una decidiera volar por su cuenta, sin guía?. Mientras las observo, siento una calma tensa que hace un momento era miedo, terror, horror. Como en un thriller en que estás con el alma en un puño por que no sabes quien es el malo, ni cuando aparecerá, haciendo que los espectadores peguen un salto de sus sillas o se tapen los ojos cada vez que la música de suspense suene, así he vivido yo mi paseo por la playa. Asustada, petrificada, aterrorizada, tratando de mirar al mar, las palmeras, de evadirme, pero mi cuerpo tiembla y tiembla ante la presencia de “personas”. Mi phobia incrementa a pesar de mis esfuerzos como el de hoy, de seguir caminando y no esquivarlo.

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