Happiness.
Nerves.
I start to breathe.
My whole body electrified.
Dizziness.
Be here... to breathe.
Be here... to shout.
To release. To help.
To meet you again.
A scene appears:
I am a child and you hand me your lamp... A flame shining between our eyes.
And suddenly I am you, and I am the one who gives the lamp to this child.
- Just as I give you this lamp, so you have to give it to others. It has always been like this - you tell me.
Always.
I keep breathing.
There are no more images.
I keep breathing.
A thought crosses:
- Only this? Isn't there going to be some trauma to go through?
I keep breathing, holding the electricity in my body, until they order it to stop.
I stop.
But my body is still electrified.
The physical anchors me.
I cannot move.
Something crushes me... Pure energy going through my body.
I cannot get up.
Still blindfolded, a memory comes to me:
That day, in Menorca, when I was 30 years old and I was so lost, I was so afraid... You told me:
- You are an angel on this Earth.
- What? It just can't be...
I felt so ashamed... because this really was the only desire of my heart. But it was so difficult to accept.
And, now, today the recognition that you already loved me then, makes me dizzy.
You, seeing me whole.
Parts of me hiding.
And I thought that I had already felt the measure of your love in my heart.
I finally try to get up.
Three women support me.
A wet cloth on my face... So much tenderness.
Mothers, sisters... family.
Oh Yeshúa, help me to accept your love.
Help me to see me in your eyes as a happy child, to be your angel.
