Part 3
When I was in front of the seed, it was just a simple seed, as simple as any seed. No matter how much I tried, I could not find any I expected. But I remembered your image.
Your hair as feathers, your skin as a snake skin, your eyes of a goddess. I realized then you were the real seed of Quetzalcoatl, and that had been everything about, the closest to him I could be was you. I ran desperate down the mountain, my steps were doubtful between hundreds of snails, and the roots of the trees that were stairs became obstacles. The mameyes did not feed me anymore and I understand myself lost in a moisture and frightening abundance. The birds shouted laughing. I got to the place I left you, and found only feathers and squama from a struggle against the rocks.
I walked aimlessly the 7 days I needed to return, confident that my mistake was about to cost me my life, with the understanding that if I had not left your arms I would never understand what I had in front of me. And I noticed the stupidity of leaving away for the understanding abandoning of the wonder of feeling.
One day away of staying forever in that place I stopped walking. I sat under a tree and watched my last day on this world, now as the first in another.
I forgot everything and spent the whole day with crossed feet until it rained. The cold waterdrops washed my spirit and my guilt, preparing me to accept death.
I opened my eyes and saw a shape moving. Dalia was walking as lost. I ran to her, I wanted to apologize and hold her forever. When I approached I noticed that her steps were uncertain, slow and she walked as wounded.
-My dear -I whispered holding her in my arms.
She looked at me scared. And did not give her arms to the embrace.
-Who are you? -She asked pushing me aside.
I saw her wounds in the legs, and understand it all. I had you again you, but you did not know who I was and would never remember.
The blood from your legs had a bright orange and some spirals of that cursed plant, the one the tlatoani told me to be aware of, the leaf of forgiveness was still in your skin, but it will never give you back your memories.
I tried to make you to remember but it was useless.
All you seemed to remember was the way back, It was like a muscle memory, because your face showed you did not know where would you get.
We leave the jungle and were greeted with applauses and hugs, but soon they realized that Dalia was not herself anymore.
In the last fire in which I cook my return to wherever I came from, boils the recipe to heal the pain from poison of oblivion. And the fire burns the promises of eternal love that we made.
But now the promises burn to ashes in the same fire I am using to heal you. And every hand I use to heal you is a new wound to me.
Now that we're together I feel all we lived as big as if it had been eternal, as you wanted it. I wish I had stayed that night, I wish I could go to the past and change my decision. All I can do now is carry on my back my mistake and your past, the few I knew from your lips.
