Walker

He's the person that would sacrifice crossing the biggest distances in the world just to spend a minute by her side, yet nobody ever saw this.
With fluffy hair like the one you find on a rat terrier, he dances and stumbles and makes people laugh.

I once laughed around him, and nowadays i just sit next to him while looking for a little bit of comfort, we reminisce of the past but most of all of the future that hasn't yet come to us "when does humans relationships became so hard? did i lost the touch?" he asks away, and i always smile trying to give him a bit of relief, "no, i guess the good ones are always taken right away" we laugh, i cut open little round danish breads, so golden and soft, i fill them up with gouda cheese and they go to the oven where they melt until it starts looking like candle wax.

We had cake, we had jelly, we had long years of friendship, we just had another night, the kind we always had and the ones i hope to always have anywhere.

Blind Public Transportation

There is wind yet there are no windows, the smell of humidity in a closed area is not something to enjoy. Is like smelling the color gray, unexpected.

As i ran down the stairs i get warmer, it doesn't smell good, but the wind is raging outside and my clothes are not as warm as i wished, i wear this deep blue jacket, it reminds me of the ocean and the end of the daylight when it starts blending with the darkness of the night in the most amazing shades that the islands usually show when the sunset starts to happen.

There is an old man, his skin seems to be rugged like a peach when is left in the sun for weeks and starts getting dry it also has spots like a banana after 4 days, he woke up when i sat in the bench next to him, he asked for coins with this white plastic bucket that he kept extending to the columns that were holding the ceiling and the ground apart, i wondered why.

Minutes later as i kept wondering about the world, the train came in, finally! and i stood up happily from my bench thinking "i'll be home soon" there were lots of people coming out of the wagon, i've always been good at dodging passers and this day was no different, went in and sat in the seat that was just next to the entrance, minutes later somebody came and sat over me, at that moment i just saw in surprise how my thighs turned into fog and how i just vanished slowly and reappeared in the middle of the wagon, and here i was thinking that i was good at dodging passers after all those years taking public transportation.

Isa and the roses.

Continuing from the last blog.
Isa is Alex's girl, she was raised with other 7 siblings.
Born in january 3rd, Isa grew up to be an electrical engineer thats how she met Alex, when they both were at the engineering school!

Isa has had always a fascination with flowers in general, specially with roses, i wonder if it was because of this precise story or maybe just because of her mother, but all i know is that every single night that Alex went to visit her when they both were dating, he would bring a rose to her, every day.

Isa grew up also to be a wife and mother of 3, they both got married 30 years ago, in 1981.
She instantly planted a batch of roses in her garden when they both moved together to this house located in the 13th street in Barquisimeto City.

It was beautiful, the roses grew up tall and big, they would bloom always around march-april, it was also always a reminder of those dating days.

The motorcycle guy, Alex.

Back in the day around 1952 a guy we'll call Alex was born.
He was the youngest brother of 9 other siblings, each sibling was so different from each other.

1 his oldest brother was the laid back one, never rushing, always very calmed, he grew up to have a family of two kids and a nice wife that makes the most tasty pastries, his daughter turned out to be a great pastry maker as well.

2 was the next brother, he would never rush into anything but he loved bikes as the brother 3 and 4 and Alex as well, he ended up with a family in another city and a motorcycle store that was well known in that city and the legacy continued through 2 generations up to the date.

3 also had a smaller motorcycle shop and a huge family, they (brother 2 and 3) ended up living in the same city, in this case his store was a bit smaller and with time it closed after he passed away.

4 got to have a motorcycle store as well, but in their hometown, he had a couple sons but he ended up alone at the end of the days and his store was closed as time passed by, he had a motorcycle accident at some point of his life and he lost one of his legs.

Alex went to work at his brother No. 2 store, learned about bikes and managed to raise enough money to get an awesome harley davidson, he was fast, slim and pretty funny all around, with dancing skills and a great charisma for talking with friends and strangers. He would drive everywhere in his motorcycle, he worked during weekends at the other city on his brother store to raise extra money for the week to attend the movie theater among other things.

He was a gentleman, he went to College and took a degree in Mechanical engineering, he met Isa the lady of his life and would bring her a rose daily while they were dating, but Isa didn't like motorcycles and it was not well seen in her family, also Alex's mom wasn't very fond of this motorcycle addiction.

He would give rides to friends in his bike and Isa would be jealous sometimes about other girls hopping on the back of his bike, but he was certain about being only with Isa forever even though he always would trick her just for fun.Suddenly one day Alex had an accident on his bike and he had to quit riding it since his mom made him promise that he would never ride again, it was too dangerous and also after his brother loosing a leg, to quit riding the bike was a good thing to make his mother happy.

And thats how the motorcycle guy had to give up bikes for a period of his life but always daydreamed about riding once again another big Harley Davidson.