@Infinity 27 March 2022 more from that month

You accompany me March 27, 2022. No. 198 I feel you here, creating the voice for these lines that I make for you. I dream of you so close: in each word, I have the sensation of being about to perceive your breath. I then react to the impossible; it's just an excess of concentration or wanting to imagine myself in the future moment in which you'll be reading. Perhaps it is a simple anti-loneliness game or a kind of faith in literary magic; or perhaps the suspicion of your arrival on this page, due to a deep connection with me. With me? Can the one that recreates your mind be the same one that goes out into the street and lives in everyday life, with its defects and virtues? No. Only the part of me embodied in the texts (luckily the best), can serve as the primary material to elaborate me; but the being that you can attribute to me goes beyond this clumsy writer: I am the character created by your way of following the thread of these articles. At this point, perhaps it is more what your dreams dictate that I have tried to be me to be you. So I belong to you, belongs to you, or belongs to both of us, this soul in pain who would give his life for you. When life forces you to choose between the universe and me, I hope you remember my caresses. I look forward to your remembering that you were mine. That every morning I woke you up with kisses and caresses, where only love and happiness existed. Then, you will weigh everything received against an uncertain future, where everything seems cloudy. At first, everything will seem fine, but eventually, things will not be what they seem. That is an absolute reality. You cannot pretend to go through life without having consequences for your actions. Every action entails infinite responses. It is a world of possibilities that open at your feet. Where everything seems to start again from scratch, but the sad reality is that it is not new, it is a mirage in the vast majority of cases, and that is precisely where the error lies. If luck is with you, or with us, forever, it would be the best thing that could happen to us in our lives. But it's not always like this. On many occasions, he goes on vacation and leaves us alone in front of the world, in front of our defects and virtues, in front of our insecurities. Right or left? Black or white? What to choose? Which way to take it? Is what I'm doing correct or should I do the opposite? Decisions that can change your life in an instant. There is no going back. The truth has never been easy, on the contrary, it has no remedy. Although it hurts, it must be direct and blunt. Although it penetrates the soul like an awl ripping the seam of your innocence. There are pains that must be passed quickly, so they heal (even if they leave scars), as quickly as possible. You cannot dilate what is already dead. What was instinct, or overwhelmed desire, is now a certainty: **you accompany me**. This begins a new face, almost clear, in the ghostly songs. I am no longer the lonely wanderer, now I take your pulse like someone who feeds on the dawn —the perennial threat of shadows—, and draws its trills. The ink strokes that identify me, and in which I leave the deepest pieces of me, have brought you and taken me to that dance of incorporeal beings: the spiritual combat for the zenith of hope. How would you know that I'm with you? What could be the proof of our connection? No checks are required; I travel in the pocket of every gesture that brings you closer to the stars, like a receipt. Thank you for taking me, for granting the throne of friendship to someone who is but a humble scribe of your desires: Infinity.