WHEN THE ALARMS SOUND
When the alarm sounds, something is going to happen.
The brain is on alert. The old fears are opened, kept in the memory.
Those we wanted to erase, but who remained alive without us knowing why.
All those images of memory, of that reality lived not so long ago, are reactivated.
In these lands full of spirits of restlessness. Spirits turned into tears not long ago.
Empty spirits, full of frustration and laziness. Sleepy spirits, by which to make the rapid passage of time.
Time we lived without realizing what had happened. It has happened again.
Then we will say that we did not know what to do, but it was in our hands to unveil the journey, from what was happening around us.
We decided to ignore it since it was still far, but it was closer than we thought. It was already in us.
The alarms did not cease to sound, with their particular strident sound, memories of days past, that come back to appear in times scrambled.
Memories of shelters and fears.
Memories without memories.