lunes, 14 de diciembre de 2009

Sermons On Ending Times

Luke 21: 27 "At that time they will see the Son of Man coming in a cloud with power and great glory."

"It Stinks"- it was the voice of a man near it's 33

"What J?"- asked the girl

"This city and that damned pollution"- he tried to lean his back over a pillow

They were lying on the bed she was resting her head over his chest and she gently moved her fingers across the sheets. He looked really worried staring at the window to his right. The city was getting annoying with constant chaos caused by alarms, sirens, gunshots and pleny more noises that in some way were part of the life in the streets. She didn't ask what was wrong because she knew he'd lie about it.

"Peter called" - she said kindly as she moved her hair off her face.

"What did he say?" - said Jesus as he moved his eyes away from the window.

"He hung up when he heard my voice" - she answered with sublime timidity.

"I don't understand why they act like this when I'm with you..." - said J with an honest doubt mixed with anger when she interrupted him.

"You're their leader... they worship you.... because you draw a road to follow" - she explained. - "I guess I'm not gonna fit among them"

"Mary relax you will..." - He said kissing her forehead.

The colour that filled the room was similar to a dark blue tone, moonbeams coming from the newspapers pasted on the windows produced an opaque beige light that spilled over the wooden floor. As I was saying... the thing is that the city was no longer a safe place so if you didn't want robbers in your home, you better cover the windows and hide the valuable stuff where nobody can see it.

"You still have those dreams" - She was worried.

"Dreams? I don't know what you are talking about" - He tried to bluff.

"You were sweating really cold, now you managed to hold your screams... but when you were sleeping I could tell by your face something was hurting you"

Silence ran acrossed the room.

"I'm afraid is really late I better get going" - He rised and search for his clothes, but first he reached the crucifix on the nightstand and made the sign of the cross. He was now sitting in the bed with bare foot on the floor.

"You know what they say... on the streets?" - She started to fix her hair, he didn't answered. "everybody, even pastor Adam!"

"... what do they say?" -Not wanting to accept the inmense responsability of the answer.

"They say we are living on the end of times... and you know you are not a common person J" - She said holding her breath.

"Again I don't know what you are talking about"- as he looked away and putted his pants.

"Jesus... you see things, you heal people and give hope to pleny in this hell" - She was trying to breath slowly to avoid tears.

"I better take the rooftops, streets kill at this hour" - He finished to put his shirt back on.

"They wouldn't dare to touch you... " - She gathered strenght.

"Ok! what are you trying to say?!" - He said in a violent tone, he was now facing the conversation.

"Please keep it down my sister is sleeping" - She whispered.

Sound of scared and small footsteps across the hall made him regret about getting mad. Apparently the little one was awake.

"Mommy are you ok?"- sounded from the other side of the door, it was the voice of an innocent girl.

"Yeah honey I'm coming!" - As she stared to the door.

"I've always considered cute... that she calls you mom" - He said while he pointed his jacket so that she gave it to him.

"Well is the payment I got from raising her" - she passed the dark jacket and looked down.

"I'm sorry Mary... I love you... I better leave now" - He openned the window and stepped in the emergency ladder.

"I love you too... even when you are a jerk" - She said smiling so pure that it got him to smile back. He looked like he had something to say and there was another pause. He got out and closed the window as he reached the roof climbing the staircase

There's been something on her head that she wanted to clear for many years.

A long time ago when he was new on the neighborhood (this means back then when he was a kid). He got himself in trouble and some boys shot him, they all ran when he standed like nothing happened. She was with him that day and took him to the hospital. The doctor said that he couldn't find a single bullet impact, but there was blood and we still have the shirt with the holes.


1 comentario:

  1. Me gusta tu "renderización", por asi decirlo, de la relación de "J" (No sabes lo mucho que me incomoda llamarlo Jesus XD) y Mary, la Yoko Ono original XD.
    Me encanta el enfoque moderno y la forma en la que vas guiando la historia dando la cantidad suficiente de información en el momento exacto, me dejaste con unas ganas inmensas de leer la siguiente parte!
    "J" y Mary también serán personajes en "Waking de Nightmares"? Esa seguro será una canción muy interesante!
    Bueno >.< Ya quiero leer lo que sigue! Ojala actualices pronto el blog, lo espero con muchas ansias!

    Eliza ♥