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AND YOU STILL REMEMBER THE OUTDOOR HOT WATER

E ' morning. A flash distorts the outlines of what looked familiar, thunder splits the air and the voice of nature cries its sovereign authority over things of life.

I stay in bed a little 'to listen to the silences that make old fears resurface.

The storm in the city is like a show that is staged in the wrong theater. The setting is reduced. The trees are falling replacing ferrous antennas hoisted on the roofs of houses. The extras are pigeons that are hidden under the arcades. The water quenches any ground but flows along the walls of ancient buildings in sandstone and shapes the waist.

Everywhere is a new freshness and roar down on the dry dusty roads paved.

The aroma is that of wild berries and poisonous mushrooms that grow on the bark rare scattered in hidden gardens.

Bologna remain in apnea for not drowning.

I'm still in bed wrapped in sheets and yellow hair. Someone in some other cities, read comics that I've never liked my neighbor and withdraw quickly clothes hanging in dialect cursing.

One time I was on the beach on days like this. There is always something happening when there was a thunderstorm. The thin light tan and I enjoyed the exalted the absence of tourists that left the sand just for me.

When the wind got up there, too. He was blond, the Irish mother, the father a fisherman. He carried his surfboard on the shore and never spoke. I watched him hoist the sail, attach the boom and disappear far away. He wore a cobalt blue suit that left two strong arms and expert findings and cut the waves like dolphin impatient. I always expected his return walk along the shoreline while peering through his hair to keep me out. He faced the stormy sea. The domava as you do with young foals kicking off the bridle first, then gained the shore tired and happy. One day she waved and blew a kiss to me. Behind him, a shy rainbow disappeared.

The rain calmed down. The roar of the cars did not include the screaming of the swallows. Soon I will return to the country and I hope to face the wind storm.