Early memories

Hi Its me. Thats what you always said when you used to call me. The velvet angelic vocalisation that broke the silence of those lonely winter days. Your voice was manage a disguise, an invisible coat which disguised many mysteries that collaged into one big jig byword, which could seduce simply be defined as your lifestory. Although I had been knowing you for a long time, I had never managed to aquaint with your deepest feelings. Not that I blame you, or me for that there is an old Chilean saying that states that it takes a lifetime to get word a woman, and a nonher lifetime to learn how to deal with her. Like get hold of about memories? Read alsoFlashbulb memoryAs I stand in my bedroom staring at the environs, I guess the past times in which our relationship was fluorishing, when one of your smiles would irrigate my resign mind with happiness and comfort. I had been spending a prolonged full point of time In Latin America, visiting my family. I was anxious to obtain my rel atives again, and apart from occasional spalshes of sadness and tears sheded in states of semi-unconciousness you didnt agnizem to envy much from my departure. It were those frigid aligns of your personality that allowed you to conduct the type of life in which you lived through everyday.This was probably the reason why we seemed to get along so closely with eachother, we mixed together with the same h girdleony in which the urine from the sea and the sand from the bankshore mix altogether different creatures, native of comp allowely different worlds fitting together like a key in a lock. It was a hot damp summer, the high temperatures of the tropics bleary-eyed my mind, just like the fumes coming from the exausts of the old american chevrolets overcast the intense blue sky that gave a magic atmosphere to this outside(a) part of the globe.I would wake up around 7. 30 to send-off my morning job. I would distribute rations of bread to the neighbouring houses. By that time th e modify streets would already be bursting with life. The distant shouts of the vendors in the market place, overcasted by the live of the jarring traffic, would almost give a rythm to the fast and precise movements of the autochthonous woman weaving distortful blankets made of Alpaca skin.I would cinch something to eat, and then I would rapidly descend the stairs three travel at a time, as the small truck sounded the clackson. Roberto was already delay for me at the choke of the truck, he was wearing a brand upstart Guayabera which he said, had been a present for his birthday. When we finished distributing the bread, we would go collect payoff from the jungle, which was a delimiting territory of the region of Pinar Del Rio, feeling like grown ups with our machetes joined to the back of our belt.As the small truck accelerates, I gradually see my little neighbourhood with its palms and markets disappear in the distance, like a tinge when mixed with water. The empty and re cently built road, melts in with the sea and the surroundings giving the passengers on the vehicle the impression of living in a surrealist painting. Small drops of sweat fulgidly run down my forehead as a gust of wind blows away a jasmine flower I had picked up on the way, it brings to my mind a wave of memories just like the river brings the dust to the sea.I lean against a flower bag in the box of the back of the truck, and you come to my mind again. It was the first few days, I had been knob to this new and alien country. Everything I saw I found peculiar, from the side on which english people drove on the road, to their unusual customs duty of having dinner at five oclock. As I stared in the look of these local people, I could nonwithstanding see ice and a melancholycal emptyness, which I wondered if was their nature or their response to my arrival.The first time I saw you I was expecting the same frigid and senseless look, and I was surprised as I observe none of these elements were present in your look. This was probably the only reason I was so attracted to you initially. Your openiness, and the energy which bursted from the pores of your skin embraced me in a way it was impossible for me to escape, so I decided to surrender and let me carry away by this flow of positive sensation. I had noticed in you a pinch of shyness which arised only in spare situations and under the tension of certain questions.I was never really undisputable if you behaved like that because you were curious of me and you were trying to get to know me and my environment, just like a laboratory scientist is curious of the behaviour of their guinea-pig to evaluate their intelectual potential, or because you mat sorry for me and the situation I was imprisoned in. As the the days and months went by, our companionship grew stronger, but as all the good things came along so did the sturdy things.The cultural differences between us in obstacled our relationship in an corr oborative way. We could not see eachother very often, but this abstinence as well as the suspense which grew in between the times we didnt see eachother, added pinch too our relationship as well as avoiding it from losing originality. Though at times it was need to see you was immense and hard to revoke, especially when we did not have a chance too meet, it made our meetings more special in a way that I was sure I was not going to experience with any other person.Between the smiles and tears of which gave colour to this past year, I barely had time to reflect upon how sometime this exit have to end. Now in between dream and reality, this idea comes back to me bringing along sadness and desolation. I wonder if you are sentiment the same thing in this times I was out of the country. give away of nowhere a hand taps me on the shoulder and a voice says If you truly believe in a moment it go away go forever. I immediately open my eyes, and see Roberto smiling at me.Apparently I h ad been talking during my dream, and he had heard everything I had said. His arm approaches me again, and I notice the contrast of his brown skin being burn down from the sun with the white shirt he was wearing. We had arrived to the jungle one last time my thoughts and doubts rush into my mind, before our little group of kids start operative on the first row of palms delimiting the known world from the mysterious and intrigue jungle.