Our relationship was cut in mid-2000. He was passionate, intense, loaded with all the extra tension that adds the illegality of illegal meetings.
The economic catastrophe that time, the physical distance between us and the existence of legal ties still under exposed the inability of the impossible. Thus it was that I plunged into a routine and orderly exercise of oblivion. Prolonged exercise hard and left me calluses on his soul and ischemia in the ventricle. With the discipline of a Tibetan monk I was deleting pictures, memories, smells, words. Slowly, everything was diluted. Of that eternal hell painting was only a warm ash plateau.
few days ago, under the influence of a strange impulse, dial your phone number. She attended. The same voice of a bell with double registration. The introduction was brief. Following the obvious briefly went straight to the point and threw his knives: Are you here or there? How do you live? Are you still married? These darts
always accurate. The same interests.
- And you, how you doing? - I asked after answering in monosyllables sealed his inquisitorial interested.
- Right now I'm not very good - answered.
At that moment I began to pronounce the first syllable of my next question closed by saying:
- also I thank you for calling. Chau ... -
- Chau -
We hung together. We confirm, both, the same disappointments.
