Echo, Pt. I - The bridges

This story is about how
By loving yourself you can reach anything you want.



Echo waas just a little boy
Born from a sstar and a planet
Left to learn everything by himself
In a parallel reality, all alone.

The first day, he thought everything he would do was going to be in vain,
bu after felling asleep under a bubble tree his dreams made something out of him.
A cat, came out of his cuphead like leaves become orange in autumn
As he woke up, he realized this cat was his own responsibility, after all he had nothing but the cat itself.

The first day together was a little bit strange, the cat, now named Ego was going round and round from here to there with a suspicious smile that made Echo smile but be frightened at the same time.
Anyway he followed him through the bubble trees trying to remember that dream he had the night before, about his mother and his father, telling him he wouldn't remember anything but being where he is in present moment, and that he would have to learn some specific things by himself, that it wouldn't be easy but it would be greatful in the end.

So Echo followed Ego through the bubble trees forest and came up to a series of platforms with bridges between them. It took Echo's attention that the wooden pieces of this bridges would lit whenever they wanted to, as if they were controlled by an imaginary force. Meanwhile he was sinking in these thoughts, Ego the cat was already walking towards one of the bridges, which made Echo really scared, the bridges didn't look safe at all. Whenever a piece of them turned blue, it would also dissappear, making the bridge impossible to walk through.

So Echo was looking at Ego, really confident, making it through a bridge that was all lit, not changing color like the other ones, after Ego reached the opposite side of the bridge that was too risky to cross, Echo just stood there wondering how a simple cat made it through such a defiating task, and so the cat spoke for the very first time: - We shall pass the bridges we're not afraid of. - he said.

And so, echo reminded himself of all the impossible things that had happened that day and thought it could be true, maybe he was just too scared to cross any of the bridges sorrounding him. His own body was feeling odd, like resistant to what was coming, but for a moment he saw Ego at the other side of the bridge - now technicolor - and felt something new he had not felt before, an impulse to cross the bridge without hesitating about falling, so he moved on and crossed the bridge which pieces would turn yellow as he stood on them.

Of course he was scared, of course he had nothing planned of what happened next, he reached the other side while the last two pieces of bridge dissappeared below his feet.

He took a little breath, and every calculation in his head turned obsolete when he saw, a little sphere coming out of the ground, it was  a sparkly red with what we could say a bit of gold. He looked at it admiring everything, everything even himself who had just completed a task that was even hard for him, but now he had completed it, he did reach the other side of the bridge, though scared.

Ego was looking at the shiny sphere in front of them as well, astonished, but instead of staying just there waiting, approached for it, and when he was close to it he felt enough to reach it. So he did, and took it to his only friend, who was laying on the ground, exhausted.

As soon as the golden-reddish sphere was close to Echo, he stood up and looked at it. and felt a sudden urge to grab it. But when he stretched his arms to catch it, the little thing moved by itself, like it was alive, and went directly into Echo's cuphead.

We have to let these things in - He said automatically - this is courage and I'm feeling it right now. I feel we can cross every bridge without falling or even doubting about it, we can do anything, Ego.

So they crossed every bridge that would take them to a next task, that they didn't know, that they didn't expect or even imagined what it was about. BUt I can tell you something, this cat that he created  with his mind has something betwheen hands, he's planning to take on every single thing that comes across, you can see it in his eyes.

Taro

Y todo funciona ahora correctamente
Me dejó un suspiro de realidad que creí factible
Estuvo presente en el momento presente
Eso es lo que me mostró
Lo espontáneo de lo lindo.

Creí haberlo entendido todo en un momento,
en varios,
pero vuelvo a probarme erróneo
siempre hay algo que uno crea con la mente
que necesita en realidad pero no lo sabe

*suspiro*

Creo que podría coordinar todo esto con acordes
para arriba y para abajo,
pero en fin musicales
emoción, sensible
estado líquido pluscuamperfecto del amor
de la voluntad y la magia

Agradecido me encuentro
de haber encontrado este ángel
que sin saberlo me indica el camino
y sin preocuparse lo afirma

Es muy loco como la vida te puede llevar a destinos que no esperás
incluso cuando creías que todo iba a ser literario
y aburrido
aparece algo que te recuerda que no
que las emociones son efímeras,
y el amor es libre
que el tiempo no existe
que lo que pasó Es bien y lo que venga tendrá su lugar
que las cosas más lindas que uno tiene son las que no amarra
como el agua entre los dedos.

Burbuja

Que puedo agregar para hacer ruido?
Nada, sentirme mejor
Estar en esa burbuja de amor y paciencia
Sentirme que valgo la pena

Mmirara el alrededor con cariño,
estamos todos pensando que somos lo que pido
de esta confusión quiero escaparme
bendito viaje que no pedí embarcarme

Ahora esta todo bien ya lo expresé e palabras
quieran o no sigo siemdo un chanta
ME gusta encontrarme con la verdad y dejarle estas chances
Me siento mal por lo que acabo de escribir

Tengo mucho por trabajar, mucho por sentir.

Me odiann yo y mis alrededores, se siente real en el teclado.
Me gustaria alivianar esto un poco de verdad es falso
Lo raro de todo esto es que no puedo aceptarlo
Bendiciones a todos mis amigos también es falso

Creo que tengo que volver a analizarme
Quizas ahi encuentre alguna palabra no mal escrita.

Me siento que no debo escribir nada pero es una excusa
Emociones vendidas, me apego a lo real
Este invierno si que la voy a marcar
Siento que me disuelvo en enigmaaas sin resultado, aunque los resultadso siempre sean correctos.
En mi calle gritan por mi nombre no hay que alucinarse.
Necesito que algo baje y me baje un cable.

Esta pulsión violeta que siento esta en mis hombros
Esto voy a detallarlo porque me parece importante
Los portales que abrí con sangre
Puedo cerrarlos sin lastimarme

Ahora creo que la vida exterior esta en coma
Queriendo que todo esto sea en primer persona
Mas no puedo evitar la calida angustia
de que todo sea un plagio de mi y de la industria

Necesito apeegarme a lo que realmente me sobra
y dejar de decir primero esta el sonar
casi me arrepiento de haber escrito eso,
capaz mi destino me lo impido por problemas y un sueño
un sueño derramado aqui en la alfombra
lo unico que hago es querer ser mi esponja
estoy freneitco hermano y eso es lo que quiero,
no quiero que nadie me robe mi suelo

Me siento seguro a donde estoy, Traanquilo.
Como un cachabache en slow mode
Pero al mismo tiempo no quiero escuchar ninguna melodia
Como si eso fuera de mi alma un espía
Creo que es momento de calmarme
escribir a la fuerza pero que esto sane
necesito creer en mi y en todo lo que hay a mi alrededor
Necesito de alguna manera un Dios
Vuelvo a borrar, creo que ya es suficiente

El unico problema, esta en la mente.