Strangers are friends you would never have given us .
Walt Whitman.
to me people do not like. Thus, in general. In groups can produce real panic. But I can not shout, you never notice me because I talk a lot to say nothing and because, when I'm flustered trying to reconcile my idea with the reality that I have in front, I'm leaving a bar, I drink rum, I took another and I forget the fear. Or not. But it seems.
have been eighty. Eighty, eighty-something. The vast majority had not read. The others did and I never had them the image others hold. Captain came with hands that speak and I could not portray. And it was Carlos, of course, Gayolopez . And we recognized. At the end people always recognize. Those who you love.
could never find them otherwise. Suddenly you're having coffee with someone who clears and reminds you that if you give importance to some, what you're doing is empowering them unintentionally. Or walk to the hotel, sore feet, telling the world how you are. Or attend an explanation of color cards and letters gray, thus having Neus to tell everything so clearly. You wake up because you Jocana alert ("los de Badajoz also sleep"), you embrace twice on the bounce Amparito, try to learn some Valencian while you laugh, share many moments with Vigape to discover that his shyness and tenderness chill and listen to Joan Carles play the clarinet.
See you in the forum say. And it's true.
I missing photos. I should have danced a paso doble with Pacosoriano (aka Pacocoñocallate ) and dismissed me Pilar. I am disappointed that I have some stories, but I've come to the quarterback and the blonde, and so forth. A writer son, a relationship of 42 years, some Gaper meeting, Gomendio welcoming everyone, hugging Begoña before bursting, Javiermol (aka Mol ) giving me mistela and decipher what it means signing Megacampiona . And the food with Ramón and Cani, Carmen pet naming me, the drops of rain, falling water, the Vostell with my camera dead Vigape and I escaped to wash wool, Jocana trying to seize the leading clothed themselves Vostell to do all that and the humor of the last day, Venexia smoking without stopping (hold the next left is a stick that is quiet with only snuff), couples who have created the forum and curfews, how interesting José Luis with its fourteen years and the desire I have to return to portray Nekane and the investiture of Urko as Pecanor. Many people, many anecdotes, strokes that happen again, or not at future meetings. Not knowing what will come of all this, after fatigue and photographs.
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