Déjà vu

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Una curiosa historia a ratos existencialista, a ratos demasiado real, que durante apenas seis minutos te alejara del tedio y la monotonía que a veces parece engullirnos en la vida real.
🌛 Escrito y voz de Nayma Luna ( [e-mail] )
✨Con la increíble música de mi querido amigo Raúl guerra, dando pinceladas de realidad y magia en cada palabra.
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Episode Transcript

(00:02):
From Yaville, walking without rumba,without haste. I remember things that I
strangely never lived mixing with what Idid in a kind of real fantasy that
curiously raised me a little bit,the mood, just a little bit.
My feet, accompanied by the soundof cars they make, read an and
brake at a traffic light almost perpetuityin red, guide me through the alleys

(00:25):
of the ancient area of the city, where the noise of civilization softens as
I get more inside its old stonewalls. And although convoluted, the streets
of this area are scarce, alreadyafter removing the rubble from what did not
last for more years standing and buildingsomething new and grotesque in its place,
so it does not take me toolong to go through it between the echo

(00:46):
of distant sounds that already long agoceased to exist the light of a dead
star that still endures in our eyesin the firmament and conform, I leave
behind the drawer full of memories ofthose forgotten beings in time and return to
go home of the city, inall its splendor, with its noise,
its smell and all the pollution thatbrings with it the modern life. I

(01:07):
see myself thinking about what it musthave been like to live in that time
between hardships that, I suppose,would be the same as now, only
at the same time quite different betweenslavery, death and desolation. We'
re not the same now. Ilook around. I see a woman asking
at the door of a supermarket,in the valuable coins that have given change

(01:30):
to those who come out of thepurchase it is cold and in the sky
you can already appreciate the clearing ofthe clouds when it is about to rain,
so surely, the husband is askinginside warm and at ease at the
entrance that goes from the store tothe garage. That' s love.
I keep walking around looking at thefaces of those who come across me.
There are no smiles, well,yeah, the girl who talks on her

(01:53):
cell phone sitting at the bus stopis smiling, but the moment the call
ends she sighs and changes her pressesfor one of apathy. What happens to
this world is as if no onehas any illusion for anything anymore, as
if they just let the days goby in their imprisonment of life. The
first drop of rain falls, followedby all the others. It is not

(02:16):
gradual, but it begins as astorm full of fury and will continue like
this until the wind, which isnot too affectionate today, ends up dragging
the clouds elsewhere or tearing them apart. In a bloody titan fight and in
a moment I' m stuck tomy bones. I find it curious how
the storm attracts silence. People don' t talk anymore. The cars seem

(02:38):
to forget the claxson for a momentand suddenly I see how people start to
run as if it were their lifein it, as if it were radioactive
rain or something like that and Iwas going to turn them into movie monsters.
I can' t help it andI' m starting to laugh out
loud at the curious scene, asudden, senseless laugh attack. He placed

(03:00):
it It reminds me of the rowof ants that someone breaks with a butt
or the simple role of a gumand the poor bugs go crazy without knowing
what to do or where to runthe line of their destiny. People watch
me from the porches of strange buildings, but suddenly, something happens and as
if a spark of magic arises fromnothingness. Smiles appear on those grey faces

(03:24):
that gradually seem to colour in aworld in black and white and for a
fleeting moment, all the problems ofthe world become those clouds that drag the
wind. Far from here and allthe evil in the world disappears leaving only
joy. But, as I said, it' s just a fleeting moment

(03:46):
and everything loses its brightness again.I finish my walk and go home and,
against all hope, everything remains thesame. The fridge is still on
a food strike, if not forthe milk wedding forced by coffee, the
blind rotated tied to a drawer toallow natural light to enter and not to
have to waste electricity foolishly. Ofcourse, the always present stack of bill

(04:11):
on the furniture of the entrance nextto the keys, giving me the good
morning each morning and wishing me happynightmares before going to sleep nothing better to
lift the mood than to see everythingyou owe and you can barely pay every
day. Yeah, everything' sstill the same. On the way to
work, I strive not to seeeverything opaque, but I feel how my

(04:35):
spirit surrenders and gets carried away bythe tedium of real life. When I
get to the bus stop, mycell phone rings and after sitting on the
wooden bench full of obscene paints andbird droppings. I answer, the call
is my mother. He just wantsto talk to me a little bit,
hear the sound of my voice andknow I' m okay. We haven

(04:56):
' t talked much since I leftto live on my own. So with
a sound of calming laughter on yourlips, some knowing that you can'
t see it, I assure youthat everything is fine and I promise you
that I will come to see yousoon. I sense that it calms down
and after a few minutes I hangup the phone and sigh feeling how apathy
rules my emotions again without being ableto avoid it when I see my bus

(05:19):
appear in the distance at the beginningof the long street full of impatient cars,
I look up to the sky,the storm is already starting and while
I get completely soaked again wait againI hear laughs at my back. I
turn with curiosity. There' sa crazy woman laughing in the middle of
the street standing under the storm,as if the rest of the world had

(05:42):
lost her head and not the otherway around and I can' t help
but smile this time really while Iget on the bus that just arrived in
a much happier mood than a strangerfrom Javier circling the edges of my brain.