En la ciudad, donde la naturaleza es una extraña, nos da esto para recordarla.
That night was impossible to convince my sleep. Excitement was running through my veins.
In the morning i got ready to go to school like every week day. I took my gray suit and my favorite cap. I took my books and left. After a few blocks I hide my books in a small bush.
As I was walking I saw him sating u on the capping of the bridge. I came up the hill to meet with him. Our adventure was about to begin. I sat down next to him to wait for Leo Dillon, while we were waiting I out my catapult and explained to him some improvement that I did last night.
He asked me why I brought it. I said with a smile in my face to have some gas whit the birds.
Shooting things are my favorite thing to do, especially when they are alive.
I hated Leo for making us wait for him, he was delaying our adventure!
Come along, I knew fatty’d funk it- I said while I was standing up
And his sixpence- he said a little worried
That’s forfeit and so much better for us- I started to do the calculation in my head- a bob and tanner instead of a bob- I said
He looked convince so he stood up too. We walked along the North Strand Road till we came to the Vitriol Works and then turned to the right along the Wharf Road
I was getting bored so I started to play the Indians. I saw a crow of ragged girls and started to chase them. Then two ragged boys started to get in my last nerve. I proposed that we should give them what they deserve but I decline they where to little, I thing he was too scared to do it.
I was a fun walk; we pretended to be Protestants screaming “Swaddlers! Swaddlers!”
When he came to the Smoothing Iron we arranged a siege; but it was a failure because you must have at least three people. He hated Leo a little bit more. But we revenge ourselves on Leo Dillon saying how funk he was.
We spend a long time walking, watching the working of crones. At least that was he was doing, I thought I was boring thing to do.
At noon we bought two big currant buns and eat them by the river. We crossed the Liffey in the ferryboat in the company of two men’s. I tried to be as serious as I could and I could see he was trying as hard as me, but during the short voyage out eyes met and we laughed.
After we bought some biscuits and chocolate and lemonade we were feeling very refresh.
As we were walking I saw a cat. I hate cats, since I was little, I remembered going to my grandmother house one weekend when I was almost 6 and I saw a little cat. I started to play with my new friend the cat. Before the afternoon I was crying while my mom was healing my big arm wound. I recognize that it was my fault for trying to see id cats could swim.
The cat escape.
We were tired of walking and it was getting late. We had to be back at four of our adventure will turned into a big mass of trouble.
We were the only ones in the field. From far away I saw somebody approaching. I could tell he was an old man by the way he walked. As he was passing by we follow him with our eyes, but he didn’t got my completely attention so I looked onto another direction. I noticed that he was still looking at him. I looked and the old men sat down next to us. Scared me a little bit, he had an estrange look in his eyes. He bade us good day.
He began to talk about random thing; weather, his youth thing that I didn’t care about.
I heard them talk but my mind was in a other place, although he said that boys could not read some of the books that they were talking about. I didn’t know why, so I asked him. The first thing that crossed my mind was “it must be in an estrange language that boys cannot understand”, but he only smiled showing his yellow teeth.
He asked us which of us had the most sweethearts,
I have three totties- I lied
he started to talk about girls and he began to act strange, he looked lost into his thoughts. I was really hoping to him to go always, I felt very uncomfortable. After a long while his monologue paused. The old man stood up slowly, saying that he had to leave us for a minute and started to walk. I noticed something estrange as I was looking at him.
I say! Look what he’s doing! - I could not believe what he was doing.
I say… He’s a queer old josser! - I said again since my friend didn’t hear.
“In case he asks us for our names”- he said- “let you be Murphy and I’ll be Smith.” He seemed as surprised as me.
We said nothing further to each other. The old men came back again, I was feeling very uncomfortable but luckily I saw the cat again, and as fast as I could I ran to catch him, I started chasing him but he was fast. Angry I started to throw stones at the wall she had escaladed cursing.
I don’t know how long I was standing there till I heard him; I could feel fear in his voice. I imagine the worst and I punished myself for leaving him alone with that old bizarre old man.
Murphy!- my heart started to beat fast.
I ran as fast as I could. He could be in problems.
Las palabras no mágicas que me condenan. Las palabras no mágicas que me hacen correr como un perro aterrado del dueño que lo golpea. Esas palabras, esas estúpidas palabras que pueden arruinar la “no” relación “no” perfecta que “no” teníamos. Que conversación más inútil e innecesaria! ERRADA en este tiempo y espacio. Las escenas de esa especifica película toman lugar frente a mis ojos “Why do you have to spoil everything? We have fun, don’t we?” y por supuesto tu tomas la posición de la protagonista preguntándome estupideces y usando palabras no mágicas donde la respuesta siempre seria y siempre será la separación y 3 pasos en reversa mientras solo habíamos caminado 2.
-Estás hermosa hoy- Me dijo al despegar su teléfono celular de su oído. Nunca había oído su voz pero se oía como lo había imaginado. Perfecta.
-Gracias- No atiné a decir nada más mientras el color subía a mi rostro y sonrió por mi incomodidad obvia.
Si estás perdido, da igual quien seas.
No soy un inútil, por lo menos sirvo como mal ejemplo.
Los niños en ocasiones, son injustos y egoístas…pero claro, hay que tener en cuenta, de que ellos no saben disimular como los adultos.