Un círculo metálico, fugaz, se fue. Tal vez por magia o tal vez porque sí. Y es que, si no quería estar allí, ¿por qué quedarse? Nadie lo retenía. Y se fue.
Estoy sola ahora. Y, quién sabe, tal vez siempre. Pero no me siento sola. Tengo el vuelo en tu brisa; el sol de tu luz, o la luz de tu sol, no sé. No sé quién alumbra más.
No sé quién me muestra mi camino.
Después hablo de él y me voy. No sé a dónde, sólo sé que no quiero estar allí. Y me voy... ¿porque se fue? Tal vez. Lo cierto es que ese sitio en su ausencia no significa nada. Bueno, en su ausencia todo me parece nada, porque para mí es todo.
Aunque no sé, no estoy segura. Es que vuelvo a hablar de él y no pienso. Pienso en él, sí, pero no en mí, y me voy. Siempre acabo en ese lugar aunque no signifique nada para mí, porque ya no está.
In the movie "The curious case of Benjamin Button" you can hear this quote:
Life's not measured by minutes, but by moments.
I understand those moments as the ones that get stuck in your mind for life, those who give you goosebumps, those who speed up the beating of your heart and those who make you think "this, I will tell to my grandchildren". When you shake, when you just can't control your laughter or your tears, when it seems like there's nothing under your feet, when you feel like you float... Like in the pool.
Few people would know what I'm talking about, but those who do will probably feel the need of being grateful for that damn moment in which they decided to join the waterpolo world. That holy moment, who will bring all the moments that will measure his or her life, now and in the future.
The first day you arrive at the pool you can't figure out how much you're gonna suffer, how much it's going to hurt, the cold you're gonna deal with sometimes, how much you're gonna cry, how many times you're gonna be sick of it, how much it exhausts, the great amount of assholes you're gonna run into, how much it itches the hateful chlorine and how incredibly boring swimming can be (a waterpolo player will never ever understand how people can actually like it...).
But you don't figure out either how much you're gonna laugh, the places you're gonna discover, how easy and fast you're gonna get used to it, the wonderful and extraordinary people you're gonna have the pleasure of sharing maybe just one second, how big you're gonna feel, how calming it is to shoot, how pleasant it is to listen "goggles out", how much you're gonna enjoy learning of those who know and of those who don't, how much you're gonna miss it and how empty you're gonna feel when you don't have it.
You would have never guessed that this "sport" would teach you what it is to compromise naturally, instinctively, in a way sometimes close to masochism. You're gonna think of quitting a million times, and a million times you're going to answer yourself: "yeah, you bet...what a shit are you without waterpolo?"
Because that's what you'd be, shit. This "sport" has made us, it has built us and it has taken our lives away from us just to be given back in a different way. Our personality, our reactions, our way to carry out any task is determined by how waterpolo has taught us that you're gonna be always in the middle of a battle, and what you have to do is keep standing up, fight not to be hit, or at least if you are, fight not to fall, and whatever happens you still make it to the finish line. Because if you want, if you make the effort, you can do it. Always.
We have learned that success is not easy to achieve, but that it is not unreachable. Because we know what success really is. Waterpolo has taught us essential values like determination and sacrifice, and that's why we cannot understand how people can lack of ambition, of a will to fight and of passion.
Every sensation is multiplied by a thousand, and though an error may taste like a bitter and painful failure, we recover immediately and, like fools, we pursue our redemption, because, in the same way, a simple good move means the glory for us. That comes from so much effort. Waterpolo is the clear example of second chances: we've learned after experience that, most of the time, when does the end come depends only on yourself. The moment when something finishes is chosen by you.
Many times we want to give up. Many times it's just unbearable making such a great effort with such a small reward, if finally you happen to find one, which may not occur. But then we realize that the reward actually lies in that sacrifice we're able to do day after day. And then we feel like heroes. It's not just to do exercise. It's not just a hobby. It's not just a sport.
It's our basis, it's our essence. It's what we take no matter where we go because it is what we are. It's the blood in our veins.
Our galaxy, our drug, our doom.
ALMU
If it makes you lose yourself, then it's worth it.
