Jul 23 2009
Cali Dreaming (Short Story in Rhyme and Free Verse)
Cali Dreaming
(Short Story)
By: Gus Lequerica
They were remembering their life in the city under the full moon near the Putumayo River; life was sweet in the good old days, but the times in the good place were matter of past and there were chaotic epochs where people couldn’t trust one another like their grandparents did. Ingrid was her name, she was away since 6 years ago and only she could look the night every and thought about her kids and her mom, she was like she called in a self imposed retreat, but she was avoiding the real truth and that truth was reflected in her eyes, her face and her body.
After half a decade away from home, even if she was in her country, she felt the melancholy of going every night to her bed and eat a decent meal; she didn’t care about being political anymore, she wanted to go home. She was feeling like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz but with no Wizard to ask a wish so she could go home. She closed her eyes many times, she wished to a passing star, but her reality was that she was kidnapped.
Every night she cried under the Claire de Lune, and she heard the crickets and the best of the jungle roar, she thought every night to kill herself, to set herself free because of the mistake she made. She couldn’t took the abuse anymore and she tried to run, but she ended raped by a man she didn’t knew, she cried and she send her mind away but that time the pain was more physical than she could take, she started to cry and the man in the green uniform hit her with a plank on her face.
When she woke up, she knew she dreamt about being with her mom, she started to cry again asking God why she was in that place?, she knew it was her fault because many people said to her “don’t go”, still she went and 6 years later she was living in a hell she created. Many other people were like her, some of them didn’t had nexus to the state, they were people that were caught in a bad place; but every single individual under the nightly stars and the rubber trees that were a couple steps away the infinite rivers of the Colombian prism, where victims no matter what politicians said.
It’s a sad situation, that seems to have no end, the cycle repeats every year once and then, families are apart and some of them they don’t know if their beloved ones are dead; children grow without knowing their mom or dad, because they were taken away by a bogyman that is real and lives far away under the bed. Every single night the children pray to make this nightmare end, but how they can end with just prays?, if people find a lucrative deal to make disappear another individual and laid them until they dream with Death?.
Maybe someday, with some change all the people that live in the shadows can see the light again, but fighting seems impossible because people don’t care if it doesn’t happen to them, everyone seems to be so cold and forgetful every day, it’s not matter of marching if you don’t care, it needs to mean if it comes with the soul that you really want now a change.
