i'm crazy for love. i declare, i love him, his body his soul his mind, his thoughts, everything in him penetrates every vein of my body. he is my husband. he is my everything. i will not ask him anymore what i am to him. it does not really matter. i have not gone inside his mind. he has walls, and i am still a guest wanting to be in.
she must be beautiful when she was young.
Long black hair.
Wavy eyelashes, like that of a she-goat.
She is tall, and fair skinned.
She must have a Spanish friar for a father.
The barrio talks.
That was long time ago.
Her name was Konsay.
She bathed alone by the side of our well.
At the age of 60 she still fetched
bringing with her her own basin to save the water for her to bathe.
She was a complete woman I say.
Too feminine for an old woman.
She walked with grace.
She swayed.
Tiago left her many years ago.
Ten years.
And she stayed with her only daughter named Nidas.
For what reason I don't really know,
but there had always been animosity between the two of them.
I saw how Nidas pushed her own mother on the stair.
She fell and injured her head.
The daughter wished her mother dead.
A neighbor brought her to the hospital and saved her.
Tiago had since lived with another man.
He is a tailor.
It is sad.
I know all the details but for now i have to stop,
I am still hurt about what finally happened.
The end was tragic.
sometimes someone comes to your life unexpectedly. a man on loose shirt. so ordinary. unwashed face. you are on the same boat. and he sits on a bench looking at the horizon. your eyes meet. and he smiles. you smile too.
it is the beginning. you tell your name because he asks for it. Then the boat arrives at your destination. you take your bag. he takes his. everyone disembarks. You too. then he is gone. You look forward to seeing him again. There is something in his eyes that tells you that this is just the beginning. you wait.
welcome to my little corner. i stand here.I will just be myself. without anyone. i will be talking to myself. and to you, if you care enough. i can manage somehow.
i am always
waiting
