Ahora, pues son solo memorias que se mantienen hay iluminando la oscuridad que yace sobre mi incertidumbre y aleja mis demonios asi como los mantiene calmados, esa es aquella luz a la cual me acerco y apego con ferviente deseo, para refrescar y transportarme a esos momento al cual me sentia completamente liberado en el cual por breves momentos podria ser yo, pero ¿no solo podria ser yo? cuando realmente le daba vida a esos personajes cuando vivia a ese momento, acaso era una mentira que con lujo y orgullo me mantenia firme y daba un significado tenue solo para esa ocacion o solo las risas y aplausos eran mi mayor recompensa ya que alimentaban mi alma asi como mi ego. ¿Cual era la mentira para mi la mascara o mi rostro? a media de que el tiempo transcurria esa dicha se volvio miedo se volvio algo que no disfrutaba o me regocijaba y solo traia dudas, ansiedad, mis demonios se volvian mas fuertes lo sentia como tenian mas control de mi y ese espacio se volvio una jaula. Mi mayor miedo el cual traia a mis demonios ante mi era el perderme en esos personajes el perderme en la dicha que generaba porque consideraba que esa dicha compartida no era para mi si no para la leve vida que le daba a esos personajes, pero luego comprendi que es solo un reflejo mas de nuestra realidad ya sea que lo pintemos de la forma que querramos sigue siendo la interpretacion de nuestras acciones para nuestra gente, fuera de ello sigo siendo yo fuera de ese lugar sigo siendo yo! porque cada uno de nostros tiene un papel fundamental que interpretar en su propio escenario y yace en nosotros el cumplirlo o ser ecplipsados, solo nosotros mismos tenemos esa capacidad de sobresalir.
Me tomo mas tiempo de lo estimado el comprender ello y aunque fueron ocaciones agridulces fueron mios deje de sentirme un ladron, porque comprendi que no era uno, solo daba esa ilusion de fingir serlo para darle relevancia a mi duda o peso y comprendi que dar vida ya sea por breves momentos resulta mas hermoso de lo que parece y mi identidad no estaba perdida solo estaba eclipsada por esa ilusion decadente de mi. Lo mas hermoso a mi parecer es la brevedad de la situacion el como fui parte de algo y traje alegrias ahora yace en mi corazon no solo como un logro de cumplir mi funcion de artistasy reflejo de una situacion si no de tener un equilibrio en mi propio escenario el saber apreciar esas situaciones y no ser mas un prisionero. "apagate te fugas antorcha la vida es una sombra que camina"
(English Version): Stage in my mind
Now, because they are only memories that are kept there is illuminating the darkness that lies over my uncertainty and away from my demons as well as keeping them calm, that is that light to which I approach and attach with fervent desire, to refresh and transport me to those moments to which I felt completely liberated in which for a few moments it could be me, but could not it just be me? When I really gave life to those characters when I lived at that moment, perhaps it was a lie that with luxury and pride kept me firm and gave a tenuous meaning just for that occasion or just laughter and applause were my greatest reward as they fed my soul as well as my ego. What was the lie to me the mask or my face? as time elapsed that happiness became fear became something that did not enjoy or I rejoiced and only brought doubts, anxiety, my demons became stronger I felt like they had more control of me and that space became a cage. My biggest fear which brought my demons before me was to lose myself in those characters to lose myself in the happiness that I generated because I considered that shared happiness was not for me but for the slight life that I gave to those characters, but then I understood which is only a reflection of our reality, whether we paint it in the way we want is still the interpretation of our actions for our people, I am still outside of that place, I'm still me! because each one of us has a fundamental role to interpret in its own scenario and lies in us to fulfill it or be eclipsed, only we ourselves have that ability to excel.
It took me more time than estimated to understand it and although they were bittersweet, it was mine to stop feeling like a thief, because I understood that I was not one, I only had the illusion of pretending to be one to give relevance to my doubt or weight and I understood that giving life either for brief moments is more beautiful than it seems and my identity was not lost was only eclipsed by that decadent illusion of me. The most beautiful in my view is the brevity of the situation as I was part of something and brought joy now lies in my heart not only as an achievement to fulfill my function as an artist and reflection of a situation if not to have a balance in my own stage knowing how to appreciate those situations and not be a prisoner anymore. "extinguish leaking torch life is a shadow that walks"
