A red circle on your calendar. Red on red for anyone looking to know that something will happen (also happens, it happened) on that date. And tell anyone because she does not need to point it.
think that these two unique numbers could write a thousand stories. In fact they already are but not on paper. But today is a history almost erased. With rubber removed but those that stain at a time.
A blue box has caught the number 5. Should see a doctor. A fine mark, more than anything for that to have him present.
The outside, in blue, it looks vein. The inside, with red paint better artery. What drama. Not so much.
But a calendar is always better marked. The portrait of a busy woman with many elements in the background. Or the bulb of the forgetful. But this is not the case.
Red, always a little bullies, is getting closer and then, the knot in the stomach and heart rare. With his words excited ready to go. His ready smile. And why not?. The
why not so scared that gets under the shower to turn the sound off with cold water.
mentally cross off days remaining. The lid of the yogurt that has no red circle but also betrays. The dates have just come. Although
also pass. What a novelty.
Today the circle is just the chalk outline of a cadaver. Died on Friday ready to end up in the trash.
El día sigue marcado aunque el yogur que no fue capaz de comerse, ha caducado. Ella respira tranquilidad porque todo ha pasado. Ni estruendo ni risas. Dolor sí, mucho. Aunque no se lo dirá a nadie y se pintará de azul.
Piensa en arrancar la hoja. Pero los meses no se arrancan hasta estar terminados y ella es una persona ordenada. Tal vez podría recorrer con tipex ese contorno que tiene un nombre preciso.
Pero de momento lo deja ahí pintado.
Quizás hasta se atreva a enjaularlo de nuevo en próximos calendarios. ¿Para qué?
Más que nada por aquello de tenerlo presente.
