275 MILLIMETERS OF PRECIPITATION
by Gabriel Colombo
Inevitably, I
fell in love. The day was very sunny, one of those we would be happy just because
the weather is perfect. My daily infatuated-hooked-by-the-cupid mood was also
out in the sun.
I've been
wanting to fall in love. Yeah. That's when I found a sweetheart, I put some
ornaments here, hung a chandelier there. Postponed the ophthalmologist. I did
not change my glasses degree. I pretended not to notice the imperfections, nor
manufacturing defects. Easy. So everything turned great… at least for me.
In one of
these hot raves, in the melee, I tore an earring from her ear by accident. She
forgot it somewhere. I was going to give two pairs as a gift.
But whenever
we hugged each other, she decided to collect the earring lost in the trenches.
I would kiss her cheek and she would ask me for a Trident, a strawberry gun or a
mint one. I would give it to her, but I felt like I was kissing myself. I
shouldn’t have left the house, but the sun was so bright outside.
Before we met,
I would call and ask: “Hi, is everything okay?”. And I’d heard the same old litany: "It is not. I did not pass and I think I
never will the OAB North American Test.
It was gruesome. I left the Legal hermeneutics part and every Constitutional
parachute blank”. Doesn’t she know that, when we ask “Hello, what’s up?”, the
answer should be simply "It’s all good", without specifics?
But then she
came up with proposals: speaking another language or riding the rollercoaster.
It was hard to refuse the invitations. I hesitating between “I can’t” and “I
won’t”, but I’d go anyway, or she would come and meet me.
On a tour within
our country, I destroyed an anthill. I felt guilty... Kind of. At the time, I
felt as I was the exterminator. She reproached me as a popular jury that
condemns a serial killer, and told all her friends that I was evil, “but deep
down, he has a good heart, but has a bad family”. Look who’s talking. She dated
a guy that looked just like Justin Timberlake. Every time he talks, he swears. He
would sell his own mother. The woman does not remain silent for more than five
seconds.
Soon I felt
like an exotic fish or a rare blue macaw. I could not bear to be exposed like
that. I would stay home and support her, help decorating the house for the dinners
with her parents, but I’d be called crazy for putting the elbows on the table. And
I was famous for killing ants.
My crimes are
no bigger than those of others. But if I was her, I might be unsure. To begin a
relationship with a transgressor of the fauna and the flora and, why not, the
whole motherland?
But I have
already done reiki, acupuncture, I went to a "gym" as I know, therefore, that
the positive side of a person is the most important. And it wins. I know for
sure who I am and it will not be some mad woman who forgot her gold-plated
earring at the hotel that is going to mess up my path. But the wind continues
to blow. Everything I did brought it to know myself a little bit more
The business went
on. A friend of mine read on Twitter the following sentence: “Frees yourself from
the tyranny that intimidates you”. I had t
From today on,
whether it's sunny or not, I'll just make plans to be happy when it rains. I’ll
let a thunderstorm pour on me.
*All rights reserved to the Author G, Colombo.
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