sábado, 14 de julio de 2007

Vick`s transgression

Some years ago when I was a teenager a strange young man arrived to my city. He had very long hair flying in the air.
He came to study at the University in my town. People in my country and most in the area I live have prejudices against people that are different in some way or have different customs, and during that time it was worse. Many people cried big words to him in the street and even threw stones to him. But he bore that in a peaceful way. He was a chilean hippie. I had the chance to meet him because he lived with some relatives of mine. He was a fun interesting boy and he enjoyed writing poetry . I enjoyed his company and may be I fell in love with him. He has been adopted in USA by his parents that lived there for some time. He had been born in Vicksburg and for that reason his name was Vick. I now remember that long haired different boy in this land where he was not welcome but I made him feel better

sábado, 7 de julio de 2007

The pond

The word slippery reminds me of a pond that was near a country house I used to go when I was a child. The pond was surrounded by ferns and willows. An old boat carved from a tree was there and we used paddling and watching the smoothy green surface of the bottom that like a dancing gelatine moved as we paddled
We were not allowed to go there because adults thought that it was dangerous to walk into the water and fell .
But the feeling of that soft green velvet was much more interesting and appealing than the warnings and we managed go there for the pleasure of an exciting adventure
We walked near the fence of the pond pretending that we would go farther but we crossed the wooden door and entered in the forbidden place.
We entered the water bare foot very slowly trying to keep the balance on the smooth rocks. The feeling was incredible and the fun was just walking balanced and feeling that slippery velvet under our feet