When I think of my people, my friends for years, I’m attracted to a little lady. I remember, of course, our explosions, our follies, the great facts we witness with the spark in our eyes that seems to burn only once. in a lifetime.
But desire comes in pain, squeezes a little, gently calls the corner, when I really remember that they are our sweetest times, those that seemed banal, where our love was common and always within reach of a brief desire.
- I didn’t need a diary.
- I didn’t need a reservation.
- There was no one flying.
- We felt like we were going out to protect ourselves from the heat.
- To watch a movie together.
- To dance wherever we went.
- There was no road.
- No signage.
- No urgent calls.
- Just people looking to an uncertain future.
- Which we liked to imagine.
And it’s a crazy impulse, an absurd impulse to say?Hey, are we on our way? And smile again, already taking the first step. Back then, our cell phones were all terrible and our conversations were much better. I remember the eyes, we looked at each other a lot and I haven’t. I don’t understand, but today I see these deep lakes of love and attention coming back to my memory, strong.
When there was a car, it was one and it suited everyone, we went out into town, listening to music, singing loudly, and we were always in the same place, where we let ourselves be carried away by an immense silence lasting five or six. Seconds. I came to understand years later that it was our prayer of gratitude, our fear of losing each other’s friendship, as someone who comes out of a car full of people and spreads around the world.
I only miss you, the need to have no bomb, the well-dressed slippers, the problems that went beyond work, our always just disorganization. I only miss you, our school days, the post-university evenings, the trips without a certain stay, the richness of our friendship, when we had no idea that one day we would miss so much.