A SPRING TALE It was 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday in April, it had It had been raining for the last 6 months, it ha

A SPRING TALE It was 9:30 in the morning on a Saturday in April, it had It had been raining for the last 6 months, it had not always rained with fury, nor with wind, many days, almost some months it had rained with a fine rain, which was almost not noticeable, but it persisted day after day, making these were really monotonous and boring and resembled each other until you become confused in the infinity of your memory. But that Saturday was different, the sun had risen, since the window of his room, when he got up and looked the first thing he saw was the sea, his sea, that sea full of ships, sailboats, boats, freighters and all the fauna of boats there and to be, in the background the other shore of his beloved estuary, dotted on all sides by small fishing villages that, although each fewer and fewer went to sea, they continued to live off it, through the tourism or through the beaches or a thousand and one mills that those men rude, but very honest, they had to invent themselves in order to be able to survive when the fishing stopped. The estuary was immense, full of all kinds of boats, the sun, finally he was on top of her like a man who covers a woman when he treats her. love, he held her in his arms and possessed her with love and tenderness, giving her her best while she, the laugher, let herself become complacent, seeing how He would get into its waters and get silver reflections from there that made blinking at everyone watching from the nearby windows. In heaven, everything blue, dozens of seagulls could be seen crossing like arrows from one end to the other with their yellow beaks and their white wings spread to let themselves plummet and almost vertical over the calm waters that were punctured again and again and hundreds of times to try to extract some food from those waters almost empty. Andrés, followed all this explosion of life excited since his window, looking without being able to take his eyes off that immense theater of the life that he had before his eyes; but nevertheless his thoughts were elsewhere place, many kilometers away. Today was the big day, today finally, after for a long time they were going to be together for the first time, for the first time they were going to speak to each other's faces and for the first time they were going to hold hands. Yes, today I was going to see her for the first time and I was going to be able to feel the contact of her skin. over his, and he was going to look into his eyes in front of his and he was going to be able to tell him things in the ear. They had known each other a few months ago, and had liked and finally they had fallen in love, the heart does not know distances, it does not know of valleys nor does it know about mountains or seas, the heart falls in love and doesn't care Wherever the other person is or whoever they are, the heart is a being without consciousness who does not worry that later the person in love will have to suffer for not having your loved one at your side but have to travel great distances to see her or to be able to give her a simple kiss or have a meal with her; the heart is insensitive to all the difficulties that are put in front of him, he falls in love and He doesn't care about the rest, that's what the arms and legs and the head are for. being able to overcome all the obstacles that are placed in his heart, all of that matters to him. He doesn't give a damn, he does his job without worrying about the consequences, without thinking that the other person is far away, or is married, or has children children, or suffers from some type of illness, that does not suit him and he does not take it into account. account, that the rest of the being after doing his job worries about solve the problems that their lack of sensitivity brings with them. Andrés, even without knowing her, had fallen in love with her sweetness, of the tranquility that his messages breathed, of his balance, of the naturalness with which he told him his things and above all his sincerity, not having never seen each other's faces, they had told each other truths, many truths, truths like fists, they had told each other things about each other that they had always kept for themselves and had not revealed them to those closest to them, nor to their children or their friends. But between them was the complicity that produced knowing each other's secrets that for themselves were almost unbearable to have revealed them to anyone, this had made the bonds of affection and affection would have been reinforced to unthinkable extremes. Andrés thought all this while from the window he continued without cease the flight of seagulls or the fishing of boats and boats in a incessant coming and going of life around him. Finally, collecting all his thoughts, he decided to get moving, everything had to go perfect, there could be no mistakes or no kind of last minute problem, she had to be the queen for antonomasia when it arrived, I did not want errors or mistakes. It started with call the restaurant again for the umpteenth time to make sure the table that was reserved was the one he wanted, the one that was in the corner, at the side of the window from which they could see the estuary at night in all its magnitude, once this was done and after the maitre d' also told him for the umpteenth time that everything It was perfect, he called the florist again, they had to be roses yellow, I didn't want them white, a symbol of purity, or red, a symbol of passion, they had to be yellow in which a little friendship was combined with some passion and a touch of calm, which would be very good for both of them. Finally, and now completely unhinged with nerves, he decided to go to the closet to see what he wore; He had studied it for a long time, since he knew that they were finally going to see each other, that they were finally going to be together for a few hours, that It was the best thing that had happened to him since his children were born, he felt full of life, full of enthusiasm, exultant in health and determined to do what he did He still has to finish conquering his beloved whom he had never met. more than through the messages that were exchanged on the network. That was really amazing, that couldn't be good or yes? He didn't know it but he was absolutely happy even though his arms were shaking. legs just thinking about it, and his head was spinning just imagining his lips joined to hers. No, I couldn't keep thinking about it, I had to look for clothes, he had to shave and shower and everything had to be perfect. He finally made up his mind, something he had already done a hundred times in the past. days before the meeting, he would wear beige pants with a jacket denim and a raw shirt, brown shoes and belt; he picked it up again brush and once again gave the already spotless shoes a once-over. The time was approaching and if I was still there thinking and thinking I would never get to meet her, but it had been an almost impossible dream to achieve. to do and now he didn't believe it would happen. From the moment in which If he saw her, if he kissed her, if he touched her, it would change his life, he would have to rethink everything, your work, your family, your mood, your economic situation. She was going to be a shock that had already upset his routine life and that from a few more moments his entire existence would change. His heart was pounding inside his chest and he couldn't. he managed to fasten the buttons of his shirt, his fingers could not stay still and he became more and more nervous, to the point that he discarded the shirt, he took it off and threw it on the floor, he grabbed a short-sleeved polo shirt and put it on. he put on, ha, ha, he had won, it didn't have buttons. Finally he went out into the street and got behind the wheel, he was going to be a really strenuous journey, they had met in the parking lot that It was on the beach, next to the restaurant. It was all red lights, everything They were honking car horns around them, and people were going on with their lives. normal, they did not know that he was going to another life, to meet his love, to meeting the being that he had longed for so much for 46 years, was finally going to be with her, finally...what noise was that, why was the car swerving, no, him That couldn't happen to him, it couldn't be, he had a flat tire, that couldn't happen to him. happen to him. Oh! Gosh! Not now! But yes, it had happened, it had crashed, He couldn't believe it! It was the first time in his life that he had punctured, and he had to being at that moment, when I was about to meet her, this was really a nightmare He had no choice and he began to fix the wheel, the Cars passed around them incessantly, it was sunny and people were going to the beach, It had been many months without seeing the king star and the people needed to vitamins, he was hungry for the sun, and while the woman of his life was waiting for him, he dedicated to repairing the wheels of his car, this was totally Kafkaesque, he only could happen to him, anyone who told it would not believe it. But well you had to stop complaining, we had to start working, time was running out and now I was going to be late for the appointment and for lunch and everything. Oh my God, where was the cat?. How did you remove that damn wheel? Why did they squeeze them so much? Was it never going to end?...Finally, get on quickly Andrés, you've already finished, run, run, you're still there, only 5 minutes of the hour have passed. Running through the streets he sees how in the distance he can already see the parking lot, and she also sees how in the distance there is a car parked, if it is her, has already arrived, it is there, waiting for him, his happiness is waiting for him, his new life. He enters the parking lot and she, with her half-length hair, is lying down. on the steering wheel does not allow him to see his face, he opens his door while she, who is has become aware of his presence and does the same. His heart is beating out of his chest, the pace at which is subjected is unthinkable, that cannot be good, his hands are sweating and A dirty drip of sweat falls on his forehead after having changed the he rolls, his face is full of smut and he hasn't realized it, he approaches the car of his beloved as she gets out of the car and .........................in es precise moment, just in time to see her for the first time, when the hopes and desires with which his life was full were going to come true and he was going to to hold him in his arms and all his dreams and fantasies were going to come true. at that precise moment in which the sun was setting over the horizon like a tremendous red ball that was held only by the blue of the sea, by the brilliant blue of his beloved estuary, pain attacked him, an immense and tremendous pain, a sting that ran through his arm and chest as if it were lightning that would have fallen upon him, a pain as subjugating as a possessive and then he let go, he let himself be carried away by the pain beyond his dreams or fantasies, beyond it and its estuary, beyond the red sun or the green of the grass he was stepping on, beyond everything and focused on the blackness, on the dark of that absolute black that the pain brought him and falling on his face he He lay there waiting without any hope and her face turned dark. He faded away and the end took over him completely and the blackness took over him. END