I had been snorting cocaine for so many days now that I couldn’t feel my face anymore.
No...
When I was a child I used to spend my holidays by the sea, in a little town called la floresta.
No...
I looked out the window and I saw the shadow of a long haired man.
No...
I used to sing in a band. We toured the whole of Uruguay and once giggled with the Rolling Stones.
No...
I did I thought I went I saw
A tall story. Back in 1994 I was busy falling in love. I was also busy doing lots of drugs. The two may have been related. That year was full of mysterious and wonderful moments. There was the day I walked into a building because I could swear I’d heard his voice, and yes, he was in the building, only in an office on the 5th floor. Our first kiss, blind drunk in a dirty corner of the city. Or the time we got so hot, he just jumped into the fountain in the main square. The night I ran along the riverfront, with him hot in pursuit picking up my clothes as I discarded them, giggling like idiots under the moonlit sky. The day he read a poem he’d written for me. And when we said we would get married, and be beautiful forever, as he threw a silver bracelet in the river and cast away his doubts. The endless bottles of whisky and beer and grappamiel and the endless conversations and looks and embraces. Later on we held it all wrapped up in a hundred letters. Which are still sitting there somewhere, biding their time.
