BREAKFAST OF THE YEAR RUNNING THE MAPLE LEAF YEARS RUNNING
Everything was the same but at the same time different. The same street, the same houses, however, could be felt in the environment over the years, as if time had aged to the beat of the people rather than the opposite.
I left the house of my parents when I was emancipated and returned twenty-five in their fifties. When I became aware of the space so long, was when I gave importance to the passage of time. Everything happened in a breath, it was not aware of how the hours, the thee-tac continuous warns us of the succession of seconds and minutes, as usual, was no longer audible, and also slowly changing physical appearance, the environment in which events unfolded that made up the whole of what is understood as the existence of an individual being.
There in that house that now looked small and poor me, I had spent my childhood and youth. Before entering, I paused and looked around. Trying to collect in a cocoon of memories everything that happened during those years and my mind began to emerge images of people, events, anecdotes ... The pace of life at the time I returned to my mind as if it had been locked in a case and suddenly open the lid, the characters emerge and play began to be interpreted. A work with archaic flavor, already known but no less interesting.
The Girl in front of our house, was a granddaughter of my age to play with dolls and toy kitchens, the next door neighbors, and we came when we had been living there, were a young couple, just married, the handsome, not so much ... she gave us a topic of conversation because of their inexperience of life in common beyond the roof of Mom and Dad. In another house below, there was a marriage sixties always ready to fight and screaming though, the system chosen, seemed to be the reason for their happiness and in the other semi-detached house, still a little further along the road, came to live in a marriage is not too young that I liked observed. They had a peculiar, subtle, imperceptible, something intangible that I did not interpret the wrapping. Then with the incident of the day, I gathered that that sort of invisible magnetism was his energy. And, perhaps precisely because of this quality discovered too late, never forgot or maybe I can tell, were the most strongly etched in my memory. This, hidden a nebula of returning to past recollections in my mind be returning to the old place. I wanted to look for on the house where he lived then this strange marriage and watched a small manicured garden filled with roses, potted flowers and a canopy, now collected, to cover the porch in the heat and time to this beautiful demonstration of actual vine came to my mind the question: Would you still marry him so special to live there? Significantly
forget their names, as if the value would have been just his personality. His age, of both, was indefinite, impossible to realize, could only say they were not old nor too young, could have as much as thirty forty years. Their physical appearance say he was a man round. It's the word according to their physiognomy, nor fat, nor thin, neither tall nor low ..., round and jolly. She was a sad woman. It felt that life had cheated and took refuge in something higher, something that could absolutely trust to find satisfaction stolen by fate and therefore the church frequented daily.
habits I was not religious, but one day in those days, when I saw her enter the chapel of the neighborhood with his prayer book in hand and the blanket covering her head from the moment you leave from home, I went after her. An unusual curiosity in me urged me to study it to know why that sadness in your life seated. The seriousness, submission, lack of desire, to deal honestly with the harsh realities, relying on an absolute waiting for the miracle solution to their problems than looking at the church, awakened in me an intense curiosity.
When I entered the chapel, she was in the front row, kneeling, hands in prayer and pleading eyes, fixed on the image of the Virgen Milagrosa placed on the altar. That impressed me. Was so strong that energy exuded his request appeared have a body, as if it were something tangible with the possibility of him between his hands, studying its composition and name. It ranked even though it was invisible and the first idea of \u200b\u200bmy mind was the vulgar manner in which the poor human beings, we used to blackmail the Almighty God who headed the petition: "... if you give me ... I will ... or I I will ... "I hated that feature to deal with the inevitable event of any existence, was mean, did not suit my personality. With God does not play or bets made, I believe it was something much more important than a powerful being ever ready to hear our prayers and as I watched, I was tempted to approach her and say: "Fight for getting what you want and do not present to God your frustrations. A begs God to grant courage, wisdom but not solving the problem. This corresponds to the individuality of each "That was my idea, but obviously could not impose one.
One day, while talking to my mother, I asked if he knew anything about the life of this couple and I just said: "She has had three consecutive abortions and the doctors have said it can not ... or should not ... I do not know ... have children "Those words gave me food for thought in the intensity of the wishes of the people. The need for a project, an idea that if not consummated, frustrated to the point of nullifying their own identity.
Time passed, I continued my life and left the house my parents' time to my emancipation, now, after years, returned to take care of her, he inherited after his death and when you open the door with that big old house key, I heard a female voice on the street. A voice, cheerful, strong, full of life:
- Carlitos ... be careful with the bike ...!
"Yes, Mom ... do not worry ...
I looked out the place where the happy voices and saw the door of his home as religious woman and submissive completely changed. Cheerful, strong, willing, and even say that rejuvenated. Round goodbye to her husband and a child of no more than seven or eight years that left for a walk with their bikes.
I was surprised what had happened in the life of the woman to achieve that change?
The neighbor across the street, the girl who played with kitchenettes greeted me excited to see me again. She was still there at home. I explained in a mixture of joy and resignation that puzzled me, the inevitable changes in the events of his life. It was grandmother after a while of conversation and mutual memories, I could not avoid the question was too shocking for me.
"That lady, the little round ...
husband - Ah, yes! Mercedes ... - my neighbor stopped me understand who I meant.
"Yes, Mercedes," I said then remembering his name - has had a child being so old?
- Nooo! That child is adopted ... can not imagine how it has changed the lives of this woman ...!
No details were needed, evidenced by its appearance. And I remembered that day when I followed her into the chapel. I thought of changing circumstances of life ... Was was that a miracle, an answer to an appeal from the sky? Or was the logical outcome of a decision in due time and with wisdom? And again I ask, to what extent God was involved in that result?
No one would ever know. I went into the house that belonged to me, soulless, lonely. That was not mine. I would put on sale. The years spent in vain. - MAGDA