"Aborted" Walk....?

I “swear” for… my Mr. Bean that this is true. Happened to me last Saturday.

It was late…
Late..?
Time for lunch….bright sunny time for lunch.
And then… I thought…
“My body can wait.. my soul can’t….”
Then took my haversack… fat with photographic stuff…
and then started to trot down the Avenue… towards the Park.
Beautiful fountain…..not a cloud.. South Wind pushing the little drops around..
a whirling fresh emotion for a winter South winded afternoon….
early… time for lunch.. time for soul.
A rainbow.. dancing with such wind moving in whim invited me to snapshot.. to follow the course of the archway…
to immortalize the lighteness… the shortness.. the fugacity….the untouchable…
Madly…
once more…
it belongs to me…
no one cares…
fools…..!
And then I heard a sound voice..
“hallo!…. are you photographying the rainbow?”…
I gave an inside disguised jerk… bothered… irritated..
“well.. yes, of course… I love it…!”
“oh…. " Progressed the lady… not much older than me… maybe litlle older… or much older… who cares..?
“I have just remembered a poem… in which someone is telling how could feel the route of the rainbow trying to catch both “horns”….horns?…..
I must confess…
In a barren world… where poetry is watched as a wierd using of language and soul.
And a poet does not deserve but a stiffed look… or condescendent smile….or envious prosecution… this lady disarmed my irritation and then… she felt it and got close to me.

Then… asked me for a favour. To snaphot her with her little , handy, unconspicuous, Olyimpia, multiuses camera… Then… I… letting hang mine… fat, “self-rightieous” one…did the service… not without ordering her to move a little bit to the right, or a little bit to the left. The Fountain’s rainbow like a canopy of bliss over her head.
And then… I do not if was a blessing or a nightmare…she started to talk…. mostly about herself… mostly about her achievements… her enthusiams…. her dedications, her career, her former teachers… her paintings and photographiying indulgings… her past, her future, her present… hers…. and myself with courtesy…, adviced her how she could edit a book about painting… or telling her how she could load her photos in some sites… or this or that… and trying to talk a bit about myself….
And the sun started to sink..
You know how it sinks in January…
It was a South winded day… I repeat… that’s important, because here where I live…you may be suffering ice and snow and the next week.. the temperature is almost late spring like. But.. we were seated then on a bench… and she could not stop talking…
One part of my body felt the warm smile of the winter sun.. and then.. I realized… that felt the cold running along my back.. or along my shoulder… that the movement of the light was so clear…that it was fantastic.
But It is hard to be kept quiet… looking at a stranger one, without being selfish..or being nice.. or even generous… and waiting… patiently waiting.
I knew it was late… knew I had not walked my own path… I knew that I might do not see her again… but still tried to make friends too. Someone who is talking about Art, Museums, Soul’s development… though he or she may be too egoistic… at least has something to tell and that can be sacred in some sense.
Then… we parted… I started… "Oh… I must go home.. "
and she told me…
“Oh….thank you so much.. you do not know how good it has been to have met you and have talked to you (I tell “to”….rather than “with”… because it had been the former more than the last))…I am sorry that I just have talked about myself all the time. "
Then…. she resolved… ended… crowned…her solilloquy….
“I am so absentminded!!”
I could not but smile… Both presssed one hand against the other in a salute of goodbye. Walked away a few steps… just to feel sure that she was not following me.. and that the end of the conversation was real, not factual. And she cried out.
“Hey… Rosa (I just had given her my name and telephone number at that time)..I
“Will I call you…some day to visit the Museum… right?…..”
“Right!!.” I cried back . “Whenever you wish if I have the time!!”
And then….I turned away, definitively….and run home… having a new “adventure” to tell to my family.
Faded away.
Storm for the soul searching for companionship..
But anyway… I may be one of the souls that at the bottom of the heart are always telling to oneself.
“Pufffff”. It is better to be alone… than badly accompanied…"
Am I a reluctant and solitary own pathway’s walker?
Rosa

"Aborted" Walk....?

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Bilbao, Spain

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