Visions.

VISIONS by Gabriel Puyo.

He opened his eyes… his luminous green eyes. Outside, a new day greeted with the best intentions. Remote sounds came from paradises where magical scents flowed without having to ask for permission. At the same time, that known sensation of a just experienced vigil put in alert every single limb of a body worn by so many years and too many disappointments.

“Another day”, thought Mike, “another day” as if by doing it, it would be possible to run away far, very far from that spot where he laid on that concrete moment. A whirlwind of sighs sailed through his veins while he got up and was going to do every ordinary thing in a particular morning eager to show how many treasures there were half hidden, set to be discovered.

That day was the first day after having being fired from his latest work. Same story, same conclusion. There, sat down on his old but loyal stool, and ready to breakfast, he felt tired, taciturn, weary… “How long could I continue through that way for?” He tried to identify something that would be able to justify the sense of his life, a detail, anything, even the smallest one, useful to give meaning to an existence loaded by just burdens, nonsensical elements that made him feel disorientated, dejected and totally lost.

He left his apartment having scarcely eaten two morsels from an omelette with a rancid taste.

The sky reigned with an absolute blue coat and mild temperatures whistled agreeable tunes in a spring morning.

He looked around, with that thoroughness typical of a scientist who found a unique species in the middle of nowhere. However he could sense in his innermost spirit that there was something wrong… something that would never be able to fit with that reality seen over and over again. Something so present, rooted and unintelligible at the same time. And that, precisely that, as far as he was able to admit, constituted the main explanation of a bitterness that poisoned all of his sane wishes for starting a new day.

He continued his walk. He would not be able to confess the places, people, atmospheres, through which the time accompanied him. If he had been able to observe himself he would have seen a ghost, a shadow wandering around immensely absorbed in dangerous waves in their way to a mortal precipice.

There, on that instant… hypnotized by one million of siren songs, with an heartbreaking expression in his eyes and a dismal aura that could forebode the worst ending, it occurred: it could be called vision, dream, hallucination, imagination. An endless list of nouns wouldn’t be able to describe what was happening on a mind, no doubt, so far away from there.

Mike just felt the need of stopping walking. He took his body to a solitary bench and there after sitting down, as if would be a sacred ceremony, closed his eyes. Immediately after, blindness, darkness, desperation, distress… anguish.

He was not able to understand why, but one sentence read long ago, came to him as a herald for what was about to occur next: “The darkest hour comes precisely before dawn”.

And suddenly he understood… and waited… in a perfect calm… With the pure satisfaction of feeling that the right path had been identified. A road, covered with coloured clouds where it was compulsory sunshine, mixed with magical scents from lands unknown by most of people.

What a road!!! There on that moment of happiness, various images appeared from no one could explain in one million of lives they where came from. Images that showed people and situations, frames of minds, auras, expressions, spirits... all of them drawn by a simple hand... a humble hand... people and situations where some cried, some smiled, others danced... an endless of representations by which anyone in the world would do anything, absolutely anything to be able to stay there... holy place, holy spirits...

Mike understood... They were not just people. They were not just existing. They were not just complaining, neither breathing nor giving up those dreams, chimeras, horizons, utopias so vital just for a little ones.

There, in that exact place, there were not people with detestable works... men and women together just because of a lack of boldness, bravery or forwardness. There were not useless complaints... fake answers to try to avoid a reality turned into falseness. In that spot, everybody and everything was pure... pure because of they were free... that taste that transforms world, people... a freedom by which things and masks have just one way: exile.

Over there it reigned harmony, the positive, tranquillity, equilibrium... and peace... a peace that covered even the smallest thing, the most meaningless creature or structure around... a peace that Mike felt for first time since long time ago... a peace that played out the best ceremony of perfection ever seen...

Then, in the middle of those downfalls of rapture, something changed in that spirit… something was activated… either the sigh of one hundred previous lives or the acceptance of whom was capable of observing beyond all limits.

And the feared darkness let come a beautiful light… a soft one… warm and peaceful…

And he smiled, in silence… he felt sheltered by an army of angels that he was totally sure about were there by him holding by the hand.

Mike fell in love for those images, situations. How could he say it? Visions or not, there was not turning back, there was not a return... He had arrived at lands of bliss and once more comparisons were useless.

But doubts came and that idea from who knows where about the uselessness of believing, forced him to open his eyes. He could not fight against it. And Mike did it. The impression was terrible. He felt taken aback by two different worlds. That from his visions, and this one... this just there, this so known and detested. Inside of Mike, a transcendental battle was taking place and his entire existence depended on its result.

Giants and sorcerers, fairies and witches, good and evil, dreams and daily routine reached his guts, and had an extraordinary rendezvous.

The decision was taken. Mike closed his eyes in order to submerge himself in that another part newly discovered, lived...

But, it came just darkness, a deep and distressing darkness...

Seconds, minutes, hours, days... went by. Time brought with it desperation and a bleak future. Everything was lost, forever.

Mike sensed that his spirit was about to surrender. His strengths, energies had been spent by paying homage to his dreams and on that precise moment, it was just the possibility of accepting the defeat... at least, he had tried to go after his illusions and that was his most precious treasure.

A honest smile was set in the scenery of his idealistic heart. A smile, in the middle of such a tragedy. A smile!!!

After it, the darkest hour let place to dawn and with his last energy, could remember again that phrase, and with it, he could see how was transported towards the light, that that never abandoned him...