I WANTED TO WRITE HIS NAME

I wanted to write his name, but I stopped at his second character

I felt an unreal fear that transcended any writing. My pulse was steady, steady, almost mechanical.

I was determined to get that sound out of my mind, to give it shape and life

Almost like a new identity

To place it in the middle of infinite spaces as the only manifestation of my unconscious.

Of that constant, annoying and fussy sound that brought with it a million other people's memories.

Not for the improper, if not for the distant.

It was a short, concise sound that had already been spoken a million times.

in different stocks and now claiming a new one.

My firm fist revolted against any bias of rationality.

He remained impetuous in anticipation of new commands

This article has been written by BERCHIO Micaela and GAONA Renata.