The angel had been crying, but he looked calm. I would not mourn, but I knew it was inevitable that those tears wetting my guts coming several days before, came out to clean that dirty always leave dismissed. The back of the angel's head, just above his neck, beating erratically. I figured it hurt. It occurred to me that this was, perhaps, the call of God.
The angel opened the doors of the huge turquoise cabinet that I had always wanted to see Full inside and never could. Open the doors, however, could not see but what the angel wanted to show me. That always was with the angel and it took me time to get used. I noticed that at some point, the secret would have ceased to hurt me. That too it was finally a man.
From a drawer she took out one by one, the images of the best times we spent together. I returned to live - being seen from outside, but at the same time my presence felt in them - many times the angel saved me, I witnessed again hugs, tears, laughter, lessons important that I had forgotten. All those memories, lacking sound strangely, still moving when the angel was bending to put them in his bag, one over another. Some of the winding, so that they fit.
In a beautiful leather round box took a clear glass jar with lid paper. The bottle had words from him to me and from me to him. They had not forgotten. The angel told me that words are always saved wherever you want and if you are not conscious, are tattooed on the heart. When the angel was taking the words of the bottle to between plastic bubble wrap, I felt the reflection of each moving inside me happy to be alive. Each word was separated, but at the same time part of a sentence. The sentences are chained to each other, learned them, and made the interior of the suitcase was shining more and more. When not resist the temptation to burst one of the plastic bubbles said Tate still, cerote! , laughing eyes of mom scolding.
closed the bag and wiped the water from his eyes. I had already stopped seeing enough. She hugged me, I felt hot back, I snapped delicious without even squeezing me. He stepped back and realized that his case had become very small. I could not see the wings, but I knew when opened. I noticed their new red boots. I wanted it. I hope there! me cry while rising. I felt very cold.
I was alone again, but it was the same feeling of loneliness that I clutched his chest before he met the angel. I sat on the floor because my legs Aguadé. I cried a long time in silence, as cry thirties. Suddenly, far away (or maybe inside of me) I heard Lila Downs singing. I smiled and stood. My pockets were full of money and was wearing red boots. Puta - I - again angel saved me.
(written in 2009 to a friend who is not, but yes it was, a lot)
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