Sentía que estaba fuera de lugar, que era invisible para el resto de la gente. Sentía que nadie podía comprender su forma de ser o de actuar. Durante los últimos tiempos sentía que había perdido valor que era alguien irrelevante para el resto de la gente con la que colaboraba o trabajaba. Había visto como otros tenían su cuota de reconocimiento, pero él no sentía ese reconocimiento.
Ya no sentía nada. Estaba hastiado de todo. Había perdido la luz de su mirada, su cuerpo parecía caminar por el mundo como un fantasma o más bien como una carcaza vacía que iba de un lado para otro. Como si fuese un robot que permanecía haciendo los que había hecho hasta ese momento como obligado por un programa de ordenador.
En su memoria recordaba haber amado, haber hecho juramentos, haber sentido que era alguien. Eso había sido tiempo atrás. ¿Cuánto?. Unos podrían decir que todo podía haber sucedido hacía 20 años o más, otros que algo lo destruyó hace menos tiempo. Quizá fue todo ello un poco, ¿quién podía saberlo?. Tal y como era su actual vida parecía un depresivo más que en cualquier momento haría una barbaridad.
Pero si alguien prestaba suficiente atención y miraba la profundidad de sus ojos tristes, podía ver una lúgubre oscuridad en su interior allí dónde debería haber tenía su alma. Mirarlo era como mirar a un pistolero.
¿Quién lo salvaría?
EN INGLÉS:
I felt that was out of place, that was invisible to other people. I felt that no one could understand his way of being or acting. During recent times and downgraded felt that someone was irrelevant to the rest of the people that worked or worked. He had seen how others had their share of recognition, but he felt that recognition.
He no longer felt anything. I was tired of everything. He had lost the light of his eyes, his body seemed to walk through the world as a ghost or rather as an empty shell that went from one side to another. Like a robot who stood by those who had done so far as required by a computer program.
In his memory remembered loved having made oaths, have felt he was somebody. That had been long ago. How much?. Some might say that anything could have happened 20 years ago or more, other than something more recently destroyed. Perhaps it was all a bit, who knew?. As was his life now seemed more depressed than at any time make a lot.
But if someone paid insufficient attention and depth watched his sad eyes, he could see a dark dingy inside where there should have had his soul. Watching him was like watching a gunman.
Who would save?
I felt that was out of place, that was invisible to other people. I felt that no one could understand his way of being or acting. During recent times and downgraded felt that someone was irrelevant to the rest of the people that worked or worked. He had seen how others had their share of recognition, but he felt that recognition.
He no longer felt anything. I was tired of everything. He had lost the light of his eyes, his body seemed to walk through the world as a ghost or rather as an empty shell that went from one side to another. Like a robot who stood by those who had done so far as required by a computer program.
In his memory remembered loved having made oaths, have felt he was somebody. That had been long ago. How much?. Some might say that anything could have happened 20 years ago or more, other than something more recently destroyed. Perhaps it was all a bit, who knew?. As was his life now seemed more depressed than at any time make a lot.
But if someone paid insufficient attention and depth watched his sad eyes, he could see a dark dingy inside where there should have had his soul. Watching him was like watching a gunman.
Who would save?
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