Gira-Sol

039. Gira-Sol. Wake Collection. Yépez.doc Waldylei

This has been a very rainy day in the city. You can breathe the cold. This thick blanket over my body helps me shivering, but my soul is all trembling now. I am one of these four walls, with a disordered world in the head with a terrible traffic of ideas that will not come from somewhere, and do not know if they really are ideas or voices will haunt me. I forgot who I am for what I am now is not what people tend to see, so let's say I got lost in clouds of gray, between thunder and lightning when the rain came. My mother called me Sun, because I said it was for her ... a sun You know how mothers are with their children. Although my father told me the same thing sometimes. I remember when I played with him when I was little, I took his arms and began to turn on itself, it was then that I said, "Turn Turn ... That ...". My father was always so helpful, so fun and always a great sage, all the time had the right words for me. One day we went to buy flowers for my mother, was his birthday and my father would give him a surprise, I said that nothing better than giving pink roses for the best in the world.

However, I liked another flower, be sure to look for a moment. - Ready! Now I have the best gift for my rose, which is the most beautiful and subtle pink was born one April morning ...-. That's when he approached me. - You like? -. I asked. - It's the prettiest ...-. He smiled. - It's called Sunflower -. I said. Then we went home. Days later we played again twirling, I heard him say, "Gira Gira ... Gira Sol ...! That". At the end we sat for a while. - Dad ... -. - Yes? -. - When you told me we were playing spin, and I realized that when UNISTE Tour and my name was the name of that flower we saw: Sunflower -.

- Note that this is true and I had not realized -. And he laughed. - What does that name mean? -. I asked. - Well the name comes from turning and the sun, for the property that the flower to go back to the sun -. - Will that be as I do? -. - How? What do you do? -. I asked, surprised. - Money you and look to the sky, is when the wind and the sun's light rays caress my face ... I also feel very happy and makes me smile -. I explained. - It's kind of my Sun -. He smiled and stroked my hair. - You are my sunflower, a beautiful flower that seeks the light and brings many blessings, and not only "tours to the sun" but you're a Sun Always remember ... -. Not fully understand his words at that time, I knew I was called Sun but such Sun as a thought because I did not radiate light. Years later I saw my father very ill, that was terrible. One day he said that all the life I had been his sun, the light radiating from me was what enabled him to overcome the worst obstacles he had family.

My eyes were filled with pain and tears, and I never thought I never believed that to be a light for someone but that day his words penetrated so strong and so deep in my soul that I was writing seemed to be a fire, also knew that this was his farewell and left me alone. Today I feel terrible. The cold freezes my heart. It's been a while since he's not with me, and now I think is so lacking that if he were to devote a few words my soul would not be frozen. The worst is that I have no one to turn to, yesterday I was waiting for the words needed but not forthcoming. I thought that if there was a well-known than his words could guide my way, then maybe some strange mention that both needed to hear it but nothing happened. I had the right words to other people, but I have not myself. I try to turn the sun as it did when I was a kid and I can not see it. I look at the window and the rain water flows over it. No one else in these four walls and it is now more need of someone.

Silence prevails but occasionally the thunder leave or enter my head. How can someone who is strong to the world, now lies on the floor dying of cold? I would curl up in the arms of my father, maybe he would not need the answer to both, but at least feel something warm which support each other so cold. He told me one day when I was a sun, and maybe I'm not sure though but said at this point I'm not, I have no way to shine besides that there are eclipses, I think I'm living in a . I try to be as the Sunflower then seeking the light, but not find it.

Here lies the twilight of the sun, the sun could not cry but I did, here is watered with the tears of the sun might be a good thing to harvesting, perhaps Sol lift his cloak of sadness. The eclipse of the sun and became enlightened as when you stopped spinning when I turned to wind and light, when the sound of a "Spin Spin" I turned Gira-Sol. Today I say to the sun you turn to me it seems that shuns my presence, I sought, I dreamed and waited ... Gira sol-stand it no longer ... I can not stand this cold ... I can not stand, come back with me ...

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