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II
When i was a kid, i used to walk. A Lot.
I was always looking at people’s faces thinking what they may be thinking to themselves, some of them were very angry or at least had very hard faces, some of them would smile at me cuz’ i kept staring. People was always running, walking fast in suits and high heels.
But then on a hot summer sunday, we went out to walk from side to side of Lafayette avenue, i didn’t like sundays back then, as i do not like them now, but this in particular, made me feel fabbergasted. I will always remember the feeling of being immersed on this mob of people, very glamorous all of them walking as kings and queens and surrounded by the most beautiful buldings i had ever seen (i was four). And then coming out of nowhere at the end of the road this lady wearing as shoes six boys. There was a little ‘o’ in the middle of my childish face.
We turned around, i was always holding mom and dad’s hands, and suddenly i looked the faces of the kids that had been removed a few meters out of the fashion way, kids as little as me, although the had the look of a ten year old in their eyes… See, when i was four, i thought ten was the biggest and the very last number of the count, all the grown ups would have ten years old, even very wrinkled grannys. My world was that little, and i was happy…
Until that moment
A bit later, i would try to speak english, only talking gibberish, but that would be my secret language to communicate the pain i felt to see these kids my age, begging for money and doing all kinds of things to get it. I secretly cried in the back seat of the car on the way home, i knew my parents would not understand if i go to them for comfort.
And i stopped walking.
’till i was sixteen.
But i had it coming…
Bien merecido
And yes i suppose i’m a big mistakes on so many levels.
But i just want to disspaear, and keep the friends i have left.
I swear i won’t lose any other, from now on, it’s not gonna be my fault.
I’m sorry you keep thinking so strongly that way after so many years. I really am sorry
I
La rosa carmín cayó del auto como anunciando el fin de una era, mientras hacía su transición en el aire, pronunció las invisibles, inaudibles, insípidas palabras ‘ya… no… más’ y reinó un frio silencio que quebró las fibras de algo que no había florecido. Un romance virtual, y ella se preguntó ¿Se puede romper algo que nunca existió?
Él odiaría para siempre las botas de hule para lluvia, los atardeceres sobre una colina, las interminables charlas con café y vino tinto, las noches en vela frente al monitor, los juegos de mesa, y ese pequeño vestido negro que le provocaba cosquillas detrás de la oreja derecha cada vez que lo veía.
Ella, ella corrió colina abajo, intentando borrar los cuatro años de su vida que pasaron como agua entre sus manos, era como si cada paso desmaterializara cada carta, cada beso que nunca fue dado, las despedidas obligadas en las que todo el mundo sabía que se volverían a ver, las ansias, las ganas, el experimento. Pero también borró cada mentira, cada mirada furtiva, las evasiones y las verdades a medias
Y se sintió aliviada, más no feliz.
Nunca Feliz.
I’ve became a good listener, indeed.
No need for me to talk, i’m comfortable inside my bubbly cocoon.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s just words are overrated, and the eyes can lie sometimes.
I’m glad everything went fine. I felt like shit thought, for a minute there.
green apples up in the sky were my highlight.
Tantas cosas que había querido escribir, y ya todas se me fueron al pocito de las cosas perdidas…
Un dìa volveran, como hacen los hijos divorciados de treintaitantos a las casas de las abuelitas consentidoras.
Comentenme ahora que son vacaciones, mis queridos lectores invisibles.
shhhhhhhh… se siente avinagrado el ambiente, quizá ya que regrese vuelvan los bombones y algodones de azucar de trasfondo. O talvez no. Ojalá que no.