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I accompany a lady, a lady who doesn't seek company, but doesn't shy away from my encounter either; we simply live to be together in the complicity of silence and the unity of souls.
I accompany a lady, my lady, and I know that even though her journey seems scattered and alien to what I know, she looks at me with the corners of her eyes and a smile on the corner of her lips.
My lady walks along paths not drawn on maps, through memories stolen after furtive kisses, through silences that have no translation in any language.
I accompany my lady from the moment dawn opens its doors until the day closes and folds in on itself. Sometimes the air around her weighs, weighs heavily, as if the atmosphere were filled with unspoken words. My lady prefers not to speak, but she writes on my chest with the unspoken phrases.
I accompany my lady. Sometimes I see her cry because she doesn't understand her destiny, doesn't understand where she comes from, doesn't understand where she's going, doesn't understand why she walks aimlessly and without a map. The journey, the movement, the coming and going of my lady is a dance without music and with only mysticism. At my lady's feet is the dance for that music, a ritual dance that only she knows.
My lady sometimes stops, but she doesn't rest. She pauses to listen and feel, then, without asking, she resumes her unique path. I remain there, accompanying her without questions, without answers. I have learned that walking beside my lady is living without possessing, looking without the indiscretion of invading, sharing only existence itself.
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AcompaΓ±o a una dama, una dama que no busca compaΓ±Γa, pero tampoco rehΓΊye de mi encuentro; simplemente vivimos para estar uno junto al otro en la complicidad del silencio y la unidad de las almas.
AcompaΓ±o a una dama, a mi dama y sΓ© que aunque su andar parezca disperso y ajeno a lo que conozco, me mira con el borde de los ojos y la sonrisa dibujada en la comisura de los labios.
Mi dama camina por senderos que no se dibujan en los mapas, por memorias robadas tras besos furtivos, por silencios que no tienen traducciΓ³n en ningΓΊn idioma.
AcompaΓ±o a mi dama desde que el alba abre sus puertas hasta que el dΓa se cierra y se dobla sobre sΓ mismo. A veces el aire a su alrededor pesa, pesa mucho, como si llena de palabras no dichas estuviera el ambiente. Mi dama prefiere no hablar pero escribe en mi pecho con las frases no dichas.
AcompaΓ±o a mi dama, a veces la veo llorar porque no entiende su destino, no entiende de dΓ³nde viene no entiende a dΓ³nde va, no entiende por quΓ© camina sin rumbo y sin mapa. El trayecto, el movimiento, el ir y venir de mi dama es una danza sin mΓΊsica y con solo mΓstica, en los pies de mi dama estΓ‘ la danza para esa mΓΊsica una danza ritual que solo ella conoce.
Mi dama a veces se detiene pero no descansa, se detiene para escuchar y sentir, entonces sin preguntar vuelve a retomar su camino ΓΊnico. Yo sigo ahΓ acompaΓ±Γ‘ndola sin preguntas, sin respuestas. AprendΓ que caminar junto a mi dama es vivir sin poseer, mirar sin la indiscreciΓ³n de invadir, compartir solo la existencia misma.
13 August 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2828: accompany the ladyβΆhttps://ecency.com/category/@daily.prompt/13-august-2025-mariannewests-freewrite-writing-prompt-day-2828-accompany-the-lady
