Recording No. 53 – Laura
I was there in the park, with her. About ten minutes had passed after midnight when she got up from the bench, ready to go back home since she didn’t believe a single word of what I said. The last thing I heard from Laura was “they should lock you up in a psychiatric hospital” and after that, a scream.
The light that absorbed her came from the sky. Maybe it was my words, the way I said it; maybe it wouldn’t have made a difference, even if I had given her the warning in another way, after all, things happen when they have to happen, at the right moment and to the right person. And Laura was the right person that day.
That was the last time I saw her; with the moon shining in the sky, with the dampness still there from the rain the night before and a cold that cut to the bone. That’s the problem with the abducted, you don’t see them again. I mean that, indeed, there are those who have been returned to Earth, but they’re never the same anymore; whoever leaves, never really comes back.
I won’t hear her talk about the events of ’98 anymore or about her favorite horses, nor will I see her black hair again. She was lost in time. No one knew what happened to her except me. I miss her.
“A thousand-year-old girl” – Words the wind didn’t want to carry away. Recording time: 00:01:37
Recording No. 45
I cannot even make a list of the things that drew me to you; I cannot remember it, do you know? Then what am I doing here, at night inside a room in this cheap hotel thinking about you? What kind of human being lives to think about death? What kind of human being falls in love with a putrefying corpse, one that has fed the earth for decades?
And that Christ on the wall?, why does his compassionate gaze hurt me if I do not believe in his shopworn story? But he looks at me and at moments it seems as though he feels pity. And you? What are you doing standing in the corner? Do you think I do not know you are there? That shadow cannot cover you, simply because you cast an even darker shadow, which is why you cannot even hide in the night.
Or do you only live in my mind? Are my senses deceiving me? Do they lie to me by telling me you are there when in reality you are still rotting in that place you should never have left?
“A thousand-year-old girl” – Words the wind didn’t want to carry away. Recording time: 00:01:11