The Atarvante

One fine day I woke up early, went out the window and climbed the first tree I saw. There was no wind and the gossip in the litter stopped completely. A calm hurricane eye invaded everything, suddenly. At one point, the silence was unbearable, until I listened to myself. There, digging into that silent nothingness, I began to notice the whisper of my heartbeat, the guttural sound of my digestions, the harsh breeze of my breathing.

I listened carefully and heard a sound like a kiss every time I blinked… and smiled. I smiled again. I knew because I heard the crunch of my lips as they moved, grimacingly. Later I realized that I always knew how to recognize my organic sounds; Maybe I knew it even before I was born, while I was floating in that other watery nothingness, invaded by sounds that illuminated everything.

The light! maybe it was the light, I thought. The light that I saw at birth was what distracted me from that sound genesis that I now distinguish. The magic of light, that luminous rainbow that marvels but that sometimes also becomes a great confusing, confusing, confusing lighting technology ... that makes all the other senses seem accessories, left over.

So, I closed my eyes, fleeing the sharp rays of light and let myself be carried away by the music that flowed from myself, prominently, in absolute darkness ... until I felt that all of me was a torrent of fluids that produced sparkling sounds, fluids confined within very fine hoses connected to each other in a spider web. A tubular jumble, running through my brain and down to my feet, carrying humidity to my whole body. I was a me of Water.

I was already ecstatic, imagining that it was liquid, swimming in an unhealthy infinite sea, entertained between watery sounds, like a winter stream, like the sea, like rain ... when the sunset of my cousin Juanito Javier woke me up.

I saw him with hatred at first, because he woke me up to discuss his usual banalities: that if he had heard the last contract for the Barcelona forward, he told me. I ignored it as I always ignore it when it comes to its crap and I tried to sleep again, trying to resume that wonderful liquefied dream.

I thought of water, I thought of sea, I thought of a winter stream, until I heard the shrill scream of my cousin ... "Hahahaha ... This bobazo has pissed asleep !!!“