{"id":735,"date":"2008-04-20T05:20:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-20T05:20:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2020-12-30T01:10:09","modified_gmt":"2020-12-30T01:10:09","slug":"tomorrow","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/?p=735","title":{"rendered":"A long journey"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"justify\">Help! It is a silent scream that comes from inside that longs to go out and does not know how. It seems like if was imprisoned in strong ropes, fighting, persistently, for independence. I do not know if I am the guard of it, or if is fear that keeps both of us.<br \/>\nI do not recognize me, because somewhere on this journey, I\u2019ve lost track to whom I\u2019ve always been, and find myself in a double, siamese body, arguing constantly, invisible to the eyes of others.<br \/>\nMy past is glued on to me. Loosen it obliges to a long, taken care intervention, since any handling is open to complications.<br \/>\nThey say that surgery is divided in three phases: separation of the tissues, stopping the bleeding and closure the tissues. I am simultaneously in the first and in the second phase, unable to stop the haemorrhage. I attribute this continuous spilling to a defective separation, to the anxiety from the one that waits, aiming to taking me home and to the insistence of life, others and perhaps mine, by refusing loneliness like a period of convalescence demands. But above all, I owe it, essentially, to the lack of character and determination in accepting the beginning of a new life.<br \/>\nThe conscience of these factors, it is not, however, sufficient for closing the tissues. Time is the only antiseptic able to cure.<br \/>\nSo, I keep on bleeding, while tomorrow doesn\u2019t come, feeling weaker each day, assisting to the supplication of my past, at the same time, that I listen to the appeal of a new start.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Help! It is a silent scream that comes from inside that longs to go out and does not know how. It seems like if was imprisoned in strong ropes, fighting, persistently, for independence. I do not know if I am the guard of it, or if is fear that keeps both of us. I do not recognize me, because somewhere on this journey, I\u2019ve lost track to whom I\u2019ve always been, and find myself in a double, siamese body, arguing constantly, invisible to the eyes of others. My past is glued on to me. Loosen it obliges to a long, taken care intervention, since any handling is open to complications. They say that surgery is divided in three phases: separation of the tissues, stopping the bleeding and closure the tissues. I am simultaneously in the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/735"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=735"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/735\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=735"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=735"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alforria.pt\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=735"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}