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Some people called it intuition, others witchcraft. Whatever it was, Cassandra was able to divine certain things of the future. It was a gift from her grandmother, something she called “spiritual abilities”, because we not only inherit physical qualities, also those related with the spirit, the mind, the psychology, and the soul. creo que psychology is redundant here

Sometimes there were just little things, like when a glass was going to fall over or someone was going to fall ill, stupid things that don’t really matter. Despite of this, It was interesting because she used to perceive things when they were about to fall, be broken,  spilled, or destroyed.

no puede decir "to be falled" or "to be fallen"

The animals have a common sense to feel when something bad is going to happen, so does she. Her worst feelings were about the future, but the distant future. Night after night she tossed and turned in her bed dreaming. In these dreams she appeared in another body, seeing with unknown eyes, in a very different environment.

The dreams were more likely nightmares because she was scared all the time. And with this fear she woke up every morning and she going to the bed every night. She didn’t want to be like that, but you can’t pretend to be happy when you can feel the tragedy, when you can smell it in every corner of this planet.

For this reason, everything she talked or wrote about or she wrote became a tragedy. Her words fed the tragedy and the tragedy impacted her words, like a vicious circle damn dependent relationship. She struggled thinking about another things and trying to enjoy her life like somebody else, but a stiff smile was the best she could do.

People said she was crazy and nobody ever listened to her, so she came to be alone. She wasn’t dramatic, the time was. But they didn’t want to understand. So she ended like her grandmother, dying in some dark corner of these lonely nights and repeating the sentence of that beautiful song: “The madness is to be able to see beyond”.

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