Cecilia

In language with the teacher andrea we had to write a story about a frightening experience we invented including connectors, direct speech, retorical questions ,metaphors and sequence markers; Two hours were left and the people would start arriving. The coffin was in the middle of the dark room; she was inside; so pale, so calm, so beautiful and creepy. Though her piercings had been removed and she was dressed in a deep blue dress. I was watching how her family members and friend entered the room; all of them were dressed in black suits and dresses, crying in a desolate way, looking at me as if her death had been my fault. However, it was not. The fact was that if I told the truth nobody would believe me. Everything started on a Sunday night, Mia and I were returning from a wedding; the road was dark, in contrast toMia's yellow dress that shined as a million stars. - “I cannot believe she sent us away!” “What is wrong with her?” Mia asked herself.  -“I do not know”...

La vida es como un hilo que se va estirando con los años, a veces el hilo viene fallado y se corta antes de tiempo, o es diferente y necesita de otros hilos para formar parte de algo, a veces se cortan, sin previo aviso, la vida, puede acabarse en un instante, una muerte imprevista, que muchas veces se lleva a seres queridos. Cuando suceden cosas como estas lo único que queremos hacer es enterrarlos ,darle fin al asunto, para que descansen y poder descansar nosotros ,poder tener un luto en paz. Pero sabias personas que viven esperando? Ese sentimiento que tenes vos en el transcurso que no sabes lo que esta ocurriendo, hay miles de personas que lo viven dia a dia, familias que necesitan terminar con este ciclo y no pueden. Esas familias que ya no tienen opciones, personas que solo pueden esperar , listas y listas de millones de personas con un ser querido como el que vos perdiste, esperando un órgano como ultima esperanza, y creas o no, puede que ese ser querido...