Only children are smart. If you can hold your child, if you claim constantly, remain innocent and intelligent. If you accumulate dust, lost childhood, innocence fades, the mind becomes stupid and boring, then you can philosophize. The more philosophical, more you get away from existence.
(Drawings: Nicoletta Ceccoli.) (Text: "The art of tea." Osho.)
Note the sun's heat in the eyelids when she closed her eyes and lost in the lyrics of the songs he had heard in recent months it produced an almost perverse state of melancholy, a pain that was eating from the inside, it felt like a stray dog \u200b\u200band beaten in his new fortune.
needed air to breathe without you scrape the guts, I needed to trust in yourself, recognize and not feel so lost, so unfairly treated by life.
The smell of vinyl and the concentric circles of the turntable needle did when I turned desperate to do their job took him to an almost hypnotic state that I was not sure if I wanted to, all the grooves had disk by moving the needle as the most natural thing in the world were a mirror of which was in his heart. He tilted the glass rushing the last sip of tea and saw the horizon without any sharpness and focus, to realize that looked exactly like that when he imagined his immediate future. He thought the reason that leads someone to invent her past, distort, and supposed to do that and it can not be endured, so he took all the photographs and negatives he had at home when she left last time because did not want the illegal passage of time every year they had shared, even though he knew perfectly well that although the time seemed to stand still in emulsions composed images, latent, or not, the emotions flowed in them more alive than ever.
looked at the boxes piled to the same expectation that when he was 7 and spent a whole afternoon in front of the plate waiting for food eaten did not want to grow that was what her mother never tired of repeating, that never happened, but just in case the average handle of the spoon.
With closed eyes needed to know why just as a man he had to leave the house and children and was cursed by not having the uterus and the cynicism and the apology that is made on gender equality .
must have realized when he left noticed his breath on her bed when she slept, and always gave back, when not only cast shadows and reflections to make love, when not looking at his face because he was totally lost reinvented his past, torn apart and distorted.
Suddenly he remembered the last time I climbed to the top of a mountain near his house to see one of these astronomical phenomena that only occur cyclically every certain number of years and sitting on a cliff with legs dangling hundreds of feet above the ground, he felt free and whistled with all his energy the theme song for the movie " The Legend of City without law, "while shooting stars had played and wish lists, then you never know were to meet. That was the last time you felt free. Now I just felt like a financial transaction as a value stock.
In the distance, through the window of the small apartment he rented just sounded like a radio program a listener had requested an old song, "I collect flies in Toyland (a group dissolved and the 80 that took only 2 LP and dissolved despite the success they had achieved).
And if something is safe at this moment is not good times for ran the Lyric.
takes 10 minutes and could not walk off the light soil . I was hoping to find a fossil. Sometimes I sensed this sort of thing, I thought of something located within the landscape or likely to have been there and flowed. The wind whipped the sand against them as if powered by a blowpipe, metiéndoles hurry, the cry of her daughter who had stuck something in his foot had his gaze drifted to where he had to tread. Project a great smile on his face and turned to him to say that fossil looks so amazing, everyone stopped to watch unless it scratching his foot saying that he had seen, because apart from that they had begun up the mountain looking for one with the strange assurance that I would find it, it did not expect was key in the sole and much less than its mother party. Totally unaware of the coincidence of the common thought of both as well all laws of probability.
The wind pushed harder against the sand face and remembered the four of the Rolling Stones song "Time is on my face" and thought about generational differences and maternal relations filiares, at points where diverging and converging on the similarities and DNA, did not stop excited about the match the same search. Was one of those times when the stars lined up to make a strange time especially as they played the video game and her young daughter was sad to mourn because not understand him not bothered never to win, and even got to cheat that left her at a disadvantage, with the hope that for once her mother was not eliminated in the first minute of the game, and that could not stand to lose because of his age was getting to know the taste of defeat and rather disliked. I just wanted to help, share the failure, to make it smaller.
Would this have anything to do with the information he had read about the equivalence between 1 year light and distance traveled by a fetus between two consecutive heart pumping the mother?, Why not certainly something must leave a big footprint both.
Without realizing they were already ahead of the car. Someone had entered and had won 2 kilos of ripe tomatoes 4 onions and leaving a note that read: "I only carry what you really need." Felt that they had locked the car and there was no indication that this would unharmed. The 4 stayed for a few seconds in the most absolute silence was broken only by the whistling of the wind that did not stop throwing angry sand. Nothing more fasten seat belts and start the car, spoke to steal out of necessity and that it could have made a ham if you had taken the food I was hungry. He received no special importance to how it was achieved without causing any damage.
They joined the main road which in turn diverted to a secondary that was never busy and that evening to the surprise of all who had taken would be the only years in which too circulating density and carrying forward a circus removed in 4 truckloads of tents, animals and a handful of street life looking for a destination where you can shape the puzzle that made up for the thousandth time (although some parts have been lost by the way).
This information on traffic congestion on a secondary road will not reflect in any statistics, go unnoticed.
The sun had gone down and were sure they were not living an illusion, although they were in the desert of Almeria in county road 3106, a few kilometers from the coast.
Just read the temperature in the thermometer felt his brain was boiling to the 40 degrees that dictated mercury. He walked quickly without looking at the colors the lights showed him without her ask him, totally did not think changing the pace or make any stops until you reach the door.
had chosen just that by the closeness he had of the Fnac. His fate was printed on a piece of white paper, issued by a number as an oracle.
Nothing
more land a short distance from the gates of their destination, these majestic opened by pulling a frigid air that barely reacted.
traveled a few meters from the ground floor hall and froze in front of the line of plasma TVs that showed him the blue vastness of the sea in different shades, depending on brand and quality blue screen each had an intensity, a nuance, which made him different to that shown by others.
multiplied That the image of the sea was reassured.
In hundreds of visits he had made these department stores had been spent among other things to label their states of mind as the images were shown, challenging all those monitors, and even had attributed therapeutic properties as the theme or color.
Serenity. That indicated the sea that surrounded without breaking desperate to touch all its fury on the glass screens. I could feel the salt on the face, the light breeze that ruffled her bangs, the warmth of the sand beneath your feet.
was walking back to trip over the railings escalators. The wind launched by the cracks of air conditioning in the tent ceiling Decentralized turned around and drifted up the stairs to the next floor.
Heat had led to like her, more people than usual had sought rest on the same site, it really could be seen as an oasis in the most hellish corner of a desert.
walked slowly stopped the view in any book title to call his attention in any movie, and filled the cart slowly, as when compra comida a final de mes y sabe que solo puede coger lo imprescindible porque no puede estirar más el dinero ya que ha tenido demasiados pagos.
Alimentos primarios: pan, aceite, huevos, leche y algo de carne o pescado porque todo no puede ser.
No sabia cuantos minutos estaba parada cuando el señor que estaba delante de ella la señaló diciendo: - “esta chica es la ultima”.
Tarareaba mentalmente la canción y el estomago se le encogía cada vez que se aproximaba al mostrador y decidió poner toda su atención en The piercings that had the clerk, who had to lead, in the left ear. Outlining eye silver ring, and again lost in concentric circles that returned the same starting point.
- "How I can help you?". This phrase and the shift to her body of the servant that had made him lose move reference point away from its field of view the metal circle, did not you hesitate for a second and hummed the melody he had in his obsessively head all these years.
As a robot followed him to the section of international groups, to those classified in the letter "n". Followed with great interest all the moves eastward. The speed with which moved the CDS, the sound that these were to collide with one another, were similar to the beats you felt under the shirt. He believed that the heart could not run faster when the thud of a box against another and speed up the boy with a knowing smile in her eyes invited to approach a column where 4 pairs of headphones hanging while I said: - "The band is Nirvana. The album "Unplugged in New York " and I think the track is 14, you can hear it if you want.
When putting on headphones and heard the first chords of the song. He closed his eyes and for a time hundreds of frames of his life to flash strobe mode and 50 frames per second blinded his retina. could feel the wood of the guitar, his hands steeped in snuff, the sun was the first time I went alone one afternoon when his brothers were in school. The tears in his eyes and the salty smell that enveloped the beach while playing in the sand to put his name with a stick as he watched singing "Lake of Fire" as a chronicle of everything was wiping.
hung headphones and added the CD to your cart. He hastened to pay the cash.
Two books by Vázquez Montalbán: "South Seas" and "Man of My Life," "Twin Peaks" and "Unplugged in New York" by Nirvana, passed through the security degausser as essential pieces of the puzzle that could shape the portrait of the 3 decades that separated them.
Se, went to the train station hurriedly striding emphasizing a return to trust itself, the recovery of their self-esteem.
was clear he did not want to be like the Duluth woman who was bitten by a rabid dog and it was too early to the grave howling at the yellow moon.
did not want to mourn and groan looking for a dry place to call home where they can rest their bones before the angels and the devils try to make their own.
boarded the train in the first car hitting his head out the window and suddenly tore the envelope of the letter collection in the early afternoon that confirmed their place in the conservatory.
"When it opened The curtain came Les Miserables on stage, I looked into her eyes and she said: 'Sorry, sir, what's your name? ".
From this sentence to a few minutes to echo in his head shattering eardrums. She felt numb all the bones and in many cases in which fear gripped him. Staring at the doorknob waiting anxiously for someone to open it. Its proximity made him nervous, he could see clearly. All the magic of that moment when they met as quickly became a star. The next eight years had been an ordeal and now I saw the time when the court clerk called them to sign the divorce.
needed to sit in the passenger seat and watch. Four windows were open the car. All his work over the past 15 days jumped from the rear window of the car flying through their heads in sync with your thoughts, not wanting to settle anywhere. The road curves invited him to sit down on the door and head out the window. The wind ruffled his hair completely filling your lungs. Do not think and have wide open eyes, those were his priorities. Wanted to set In light of that moment in his retina and dance taking advantage of the winding road, effortlessly, drifting more and more by the circumstances and the attitude it had taken against them. Not thinking, not thinking. Feeling it was his mission.
Yummy, Yummy, Yummy Julie London sounded at half volume for the speakers and the leaves on the trees along the way seemed to be moving rhythmically to the tune of the song at the time to lift the head out and stroked his neck. Wrapped in an aura of sensuality, getting the ecstasy of relaxation so longed to start a journey.
a moment just for her.
his jersey fabric became softer advancing every inch wheels. He was born to dance to that song at that time, only for this life and worthwhile. Was spread languidly as velvet, while her eyes filled with tears and understood the reason for this symbiosis. The two had broken soul.
discussing Their voices have succeeded in pulling a flip decides the ear headphones. And can not quiet in any corner of the house, I wanted to hear them stop for a while, had the intention of remaining silent stupid and put the music at maximum volume, but they soar ever discussed the tone and more frequency. Is convinced that his cries are that ultimately affect to your hearing or gray matter (that they say that is the brain).
For about a week away from the dining room and almost silently floating up the stairs with the intent to isolate, to be transparent so they can not or intuit and just sitting inside the cupboard there in the row of boxes filled with orderly.
shyly opens one of the boxes to his surprise is full of things that have belonged to and that someone has saved a treasure. Her eyes fill with tears when she sees a drawing signed with his name as a hieroglyph composed of three figures, two large and one small. A Tinkerbell costume and high heels old mother. You can almost hear the little steps that led when the set and went up the stairs like a duck. Pastelín glasses electric blue have caught his attention, but in just a few tenths of a minute and has a pad in his hand full of sketches from last summer. A box of watercolors worn, a broken wrist, the first book to read alone, and when you think that there was nothing inside , finish out the costume to bend and that everything is correctly in place and wrapped in gauze Tinker Bell's wings, he discovers a small box of music de esas antiguas que van con una manivela. La apoya en el suelo al tiempo que la hace sonar y los acordes de “Cumpleaños feliz” invaden la habitación y de un salto se acuerda de que hoy cumple 17 años. ¿Cómo ha podido olvidarlo?, es más, ¿como han podido olvidarlo ellos? El sonido de algo que golpea contra la ventana la hace girar sobre los talones y ve un pequeño pájaro estamparse una y otra vez contra el cristal. Para él es tan evidente la salida que no concibe ver el cielo y no poder salir volando. Muy sigilosa coge la cámara y empieza a disparar decidida, por qué si hay algo que sabe y puede captar es esa necesidad de libertad.
As the hours pass the glass has gone from half full to half empty. Everything happens quickly, leaving us breathless, unable to utilize the capacity of reaction. Suddenly no one speaks the same language, nobody understands you and when desperate attempt to comment on this event or you recognize what the words, it's not you feel your voice as their own. Corres crazy looking for a mirror to show you that you have the same face, it's you, you're really and find the image that confirms your existence. I smile carefully observing every inch of skin, every wrinkle, every freckle and you realize that something has changed why the brightness of the eyes does not have the intensity as before, of those years in which all languages \u200b\u200bwere familiar and which could take months and months without the need to look in a mirror to know you were there, if only to touch your face was enough to inspire gasps of security. return to the streets adaptandote at the time but do not stop feeling insecure and your head is filled with the sounds of the Gymnopedie n º 4, Satie, draw with the fingertips, the chin and invite your chin to rise from the ground, still along the border of the lips and eye area recreandote one by one in the wrinkles for a while and adorned the horn of a car has made you a push in a puddle and reality. All of a sudden tastes like salt, rain, silence and the emptiness that pervades certain times. You could hide the tears with the water that has permeated every last one of your bones by soaking them in solitude. water, reclaimed water that makes your moments watercolor, blurring your dreams, your primary drives, and sometimes even reaches diluirte fundiendote with the gray sky. is time for the second time to open Pandora's box, the hope is cornered edge of sleeping in a small box waiting for you overcome all your fears to exit. Suddenly the colors acquired consistency. You no longer watercolor and these watercolors, colored in red tones that make your heart beat again discover that identifies all languages. Your steps are now safer. Threading the needle you need to make your thoughts form a meaningful piece that fits your body like a second skin. blood pumping in your chest you much faster and in a split second the glass be half full again. need to run, escape from boredom and break the silence that leads to the slaughterhouse and that only allows you to dream of mechanical sheep who take their fate without questioning anything.
Just put your feet on the ground was surprised the first time using verbal of the day. Soon the snow. Future long future. Time encouraging the continuity that has intrinsic. Returns a kick to this thoughtful, dress, eat breakfast, make the bed, determined by the time of entry to work. If I could stay home will stay. Rain returns to here, now, this is what you die of cold and going to the car. Sign in and turn the wheel to maximum heat and radio simultaneously, crashing face down with a sad reality that only allows swimming in the distant past where the now, yesterday and tomorrow are decontextualized value, where the verb tenses have no meaning. Go back, back to the days in which the notion of time was not even a concept, why the word concept was not part of their vocabulary. Just subjunctive entangled in the web of things that might be possible, desirable, or doubtful and dragged by a past perfect tense is aware that he would have liked to stop the second they sat with his head in his hands was hundreds or even thousands of turns of the spoon to a plate of cold soup, which seemed to be there since before it existed under the patient gaze of his mother looked silently pursuing the noodles using the search reflex that was projected on the glass of the window shows the scene of which they formed part. At the time I could not stop thinking about the groove leaving a plane in the sky would last infinitely.
