Remember When…


…you murmured it for the first time into her ear when she was a lass and you were a lad, when you were walking her home from church group and the leaves were falling? She took your hand, her thin fingers, strong from piano lessons, firm against your palm. And later, beneath her window at night, you called it up to her as the rain began to fall; and still later, both of you were seniors at Montgomery High, and you said it quietly, smiling, as you parked the car in the lot near the state park and then, for the first time, you made love. You blurted it out at the moment of ecstasy, and whispered it urgently as the spotlight shone through the windshield and you heard the tap of a baton on the window. You sobbed those words as the cop yanked her from the car and said, “enough of your sass,” brought down the baton on her legs, over and over, until she fell over on her side and her face went slack. You mumbled it while sitting next to her hospital bed, holding those same thin fingers—but the fingers did not grip yours, and instead of the sound of the fall breeze there was the beep of medical machinery. The doctors said a blood clot. Her furious mother ordered you from the room, and you were told not to attend the viewing. So the next time you were next to her was beside the fresh dirt of her grave, when you fell to your knees and shouted it over and over, long after the other mourners had gone home _*]


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*...You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears...*

Entre equipajes y niños que corretean, un chico espera de pie en un punto estratégico, en silencio, atento a los miles de rostros que lo rodean, con medio corazón puesto en la esperanza y medio puesto en la angustia de ver pasar el tiempo sin observar ningún cambio.

Pase lo que pase no quiere quedarse; quiere marcharse unos días para decir adiós definitivamente a sus sueños o, si ella se lo permite, para empezar una vida juntos visitando su rincón favorito del mundo, la isla de sus sueños, Madagascar.


Son dos billetes a un rincón del mundo donde los dos pueden ser felices, a una playa perdida en la que poder comerse a besos, hasta que se olviden de qué día es y se vuelvan locos de tanto quererse…


el minuto más largo de su vida…el mundo ha dejado de existir para él, le parece que su vida vaya a terminar dentro de 60 segundos si ella no aparece…

Todas las mañanas que la acompañó al cole, todos los días que fue a su casa y ella le abrió la puerta sonriente, su primer beso, su primera noche juntos, las noches en los Cachis escondiéndose de su padre, la bola del mundo, la primera vez que ambos pensaron en Madagascar, la primera vez que se insinuaron que querían tener un hijo juntos, su pisito, despertar a su lado, los desayunos con pan tostado…todo. Todos los momentos que había vivido con ella no dejan de venirle a la cabeza.


“Feliz cumple, princesa. Todavía podemos llegar al avión para Madagascar.”








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