Juan y el beso de su "PC"

Juan espera la hora de conectarse impaciente, sabe qué decirle...
La soledad momentánea le a dado introspección y está le ha dado certezas, solo le queda armarse de perspicacia y elocuencia para comunicarle a ella lo profundo de sus pensamientos.
De pronto suena el "bip!" de la computadora , es hora....
-Siente, por fin, el nudo en la garganta que llega solo cuando es “ella”
Cómo le explicará que que su curiosidad es intelectual, no emocional?
Que sabe que todos llevamos un puñal ,que somos el origen de las guerras?
Que no sabe si se tiene hambre por hábito...
Que comprende que nunca se llega a nada creyendo mucho en lo imposible...
Que los locos aumentan su tormento a fuerza de comprenderlo...
Que quien asombra al mundo no se asombra por nada...
Que el que mata, se mata a sí mismo... que el que se suicida mata a los demás...
Que sabe con certeza que, cuando todos estén en los refugios antinucleares, ella estará allí, limándose las uñas en el baño... y que al desconectarse de la red, él estará igual que todos: en soledad.

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Juan and the kiss from his "CPU"

Juan impatiently awaits to connect, he knows what to say ...
The momentary loneliness has given him introspection and it has given him certainties, it only remains for him to arm himself with insight and eloquence to communicate to her the depth of his thoughts.
Suddenly the beeping from the computer, it's time ...
-He feels, at last, the knot in the throat that comes only when it is "her"
How will he explain that his curiosity is intellectual, not emotional?
Who knows that we all carry a dagger, that we are the origin of wars?
Who does not know if they are hungry out of habit...
Who understands that you never reach anything by believing too much in the impossible...
That madmen increase their torment by force of understanding...
That whoever amazes the world is amazed by nothing...
That he who kills, kills himself ... that he who commits suicide kills others...
Who knows for sure that, when everyone is in the nuclear shelters, she will be filing her nails in the bathroom ... and that when she disconnects from the network, he will be just like everyone else: alone.