Terratrèmol dins d'un cos cansat (A quake inside a tired body)

Fa mal, molt dins del teu cor. Llavors, vols saber. Vols saber-ho tot: el que vas fer mal, el que vas fer bé. Però no hi ha res dins de la teva ment. Està buida, com els teus ulls. No vols plorar, només vols mirar. De sobte, t'adones que hi ha gent que t'envolta. La gent et pregunta com et sents. I tan sols pots respondre amb l'única paraula que pot sortir de la teva boca: "bé".

Per descomptat que no estàs bé. No saps com et sents, no saps ni què sentir. No pots descriure el que hi ha dins teu. I saps per què? Perquè no hi ha res dins teu. La teva ment està buida. Els teus ulls estan buits. També el teu cor està buit. I, en aquest precís instant, realment no es pot estimar o odiar… a res, a ningú.

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It hurts, deep inside your heart. Then, you want to know. You want to know everything: what you did wrong, what you did right. But there's nothing inside your mind. It is empty, just like your eyes. You don't want to cry, just want to look. Suddenly, you realize there are people around you. People asking how you feel. And you just answer with the only word that can go out from your mouth: "fine".

Of course you're not fine. You don't know how you feel, you don't even know what to feel. You can't describe what's inside you. And you know why? 'cause there is nothing inside you. Your mind is empty. Your eyes are empty. Even your heart is empty. And, in that very moment, you can't really love or hate… anything, anyone.