Jona Umaes

Microrelato 5: Cruces

Dicen que no hay mejor memoria que la de las emociones. Si son positivas, nos colma de felicidad. Si son negativas, nos pudre por dentro. Entonces, no hay lugar para el perdón, la salud se resiente y el hedor del rencor contamina todo alrededor, hasta a los inocentes. Prefiero el olvido, el presente, sin resentimiento,  en paz conmigo y el prójimo. Y si el odio me salpica, me lastima, paciencia, pasará. Me ocupo y me olvido, hasta la próxima. El pasado no puedo cambiar, ni a quien no quiere olvidar. No hay esperanza, solo aquí y ahora.
 

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