Writer: Sebastian Puig on 21 Sep 2010
should not fear the shadows.
indicate that only a light shining nearby.
Ruth Renkel
shapes colors the sky blue blue blue blue sea green foam caressing the blue line and nitrate which sun light flash light bothers me remove it from there today do not bite and cold weather makes me dad cold left alone in the middle of June, I give then I pee crotch itches. Only the blue and the air in the breeze I like but this is no edge is grass and I'm not fishing, nor is carpet grass is not park is not everything is blue soup and I'll piss up safe and this light is that light viewed in the light blue to light light ...
"Where am I?"
awakens in the deep blue eyes and round. There are cat eyes, animal eyes not have human qualities. He clings to that flash with an indefinable feeling.
- And you, who you? Self-inquiry within a thick voice, unaccustomed to the floor. The outline of these two wells is blue shape in a round face and delicate you look carefully. "This is a nose. And this is a mouth. It's a baby. And what about your face is a hand. " But that hand belongs to the child. Have dry skin and mottled. Too big and bony. "It must be my hand."
- And you, who are you? Repeats the question to the face and little body is clad in a nightgown pattern. Blue. Also blue. He has chubby arms and legs and tiny hands, little buds on the branches of their own.
- Dad! What are you doing? Now another voice yells behind him differently. Get qualify with three adjectives: young, sharp, nervous. The mere fact of having been able to describe it filled with an inexplicable euphoria.
New
join hands and hold the child scene: long as yours, but young and smooth, white skin and nails freshly painted. Hands of young woman who now faces him and insists on calling him "Dad." He looks weird, say something scared, even seems to cry or laugh, can not be determined, everything is so confusing! "Dad" has to be himself, the young woman should be so is your daughter? Both remained silent for a few seconds, she with tears in his eyes, he with some nebula begins to clear in theirs. Yes, there is a flush in the face familiar. A face here, a freckle there, the puckering of the lips, lasting curl falling over her cheek, dangling like a golden swing ... Then know without knowing that it is Aida, his beloved girl, but finds it changed, older and, of course, scared.
- Daughter do you think of anything? She asks, and she hugs him in silence, wetting the neck with large tears, born of a real flood and sudden violent storm. The baby cries in solidarity with his mother, no doubt because she is his mother and, therefore, that is his grandson. "My grandson," barely whispered. His grandson, his grandson, blue bunch watercress is his grandson, also blood of his blood. Daughter, grandson and family. Is at home where it was going to be? Where else but could suck the perfumed aroma of wood polish, fresh cologne, a fresh-cut flowers, flowers in the beautiful garden that awaits your care experts? Your flowers, your lawn, his clothes and supplies of a gardener ... feel the overwhelming urge to look at them, right now, not a second more. Check your wardrobe and it seems ridiculous. In his pajamas and robe at this hour! Because it is early morning, the sun comes with strength through the window, warming the room. Also warm your heart beats, pumping with emotion absurd. "What's this? He asks. "I'm an old fool," he concludes.
- Anda daughter attends a child, I have wanted to go to the bathroom.
Getting off the pajama pants worn embarrassed view a huge diaper. He started with astonishment and rage. Do not understand. "As my grandson," he mutters while kicking away with this affront to their dignity. Rage lasts, however, only a few seconds, which takes in urinating. The event is deliberately long. With skill veteran, is forced to decrease the flow of the jet, to prolong the pleasure of urgent urination. Satisfied at last, feels the need to shower. The water ends dissolve any trace of ill humor. Warm and delicious on your skin, water smooth and warm fingers gently sliding your skin by fine, almost translucent, with respect to caress every fold, every crease, every milestone of his battered anatomy. "You made of bone and skin, "he admits, abandoning a pleasant slumber. Soon, he begins to perceive an unexpected tension. A powerful erection breaks the general picture of your tenderness. You can not believe his eyes. "Like a bull at this point, man. Today, of course, is not a normal day, "he concludes. Want to laugh, but his lungs just allowed two blows off.
- Ja, ja, able to articulate at the same moment that the erection fades. It was short but intense, a pleasant surprise. Decides that it is a good time to go for a walk. Yes, it will be elegant, the occasion deserves. While dry provides immaculate order your wardrobe: lingerie, dresses, ties, all seem new. See them so well aligned and pressed it produces a feeling, strange and inexplicable, to return home. Gently caress the clothes, almost reverently, as if it were a fragile treasure, ready to fade. Before the mirror, it also recreates the act of dressing, focusing on the contemplation of the mature elegance that will gradually replace the sad sight of his crumpled body.
A flower to flower petals that grow rather than losing them. I want I want I want a nomequiero mequiero petal and other and the flower petal increasingly lush and colorful. That flower buttonhole'll look today at the flower that light reached me today. Blue.
A glare interrupted his thoughts. Startled, she leaves the room. Aida speech, almost shouting, over the phone. Maintains a hectic and unintelligible conversation. Not to still, gestures, crouches. Meanwhile, the baby screaming in your seat, wanting attention. Run in aid of his grandson and picks her up, but you crunch all the bones. The little body shakes and bellowing, he can hardly sustain. Useless to ask for help its absorbed daughter.
- Come, come, do not cry anymore, he's here Grandfather pleads desperately. With the little strength he had left cradling him, kisses him, he makes farting ... and the child is quiet. And the child laughs and hugs him, flooding it with its smell of Nenuco and slurry. The child awakens old memories and it suddenly is not his grandson is his daughter, his little girl, her small Aida, and can feel your smile back Sonsoles, his wife, the three now so enjoying his own first floor , still moving boxes unpacked, so now your child asking tit cleaning, cooing, undivided attention. Aida baby crying for their emergency agencies, also laughing with his antics, daughter and grandson living in the spacetime, in this scenario this morning unreal unreal.
The child, relaxed, fiddles with his nose. And does not weigh much.
- I'll give a little walk, "she says, but Aida is completely focused on his phone conversation. Let the garden.
Walk slowly down the aisle, shaken by a disturbing sense of imminence. Already in the hall. The front door seems huge, almost threatening. It is a wall, a boundary, a cliff ...
everything is blue blue blue sky ... Eye hope
innocent child remember ...
innocent child remember ...
door. Opens. The breeze breaks into the house spreading confusion. Brings the call of the flowers. And with her light. Behind the light, suddenly the world. And then he knows, and without fear or confusion, without worry or wonder, who has returned to the starting point at the sky one day, without mercy, he was expelled.
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