Saturday
Evening
The
TV is on
definitely
uncomfortable
she
speaks
introducing
the upcoming movie
It's
an historical drama of the post-war period; Italian director
story
takes place in Salina – one of the Aeolian islands on the
Tyrrhenian sea.
I
usually love Italian movies. They're much more focused on the human
condition, with things as love, friendship, honor, art, decadence and
magic – yes, the magic of survival, the magic hidden in every days'
life, in every body's sensuality or just in time – showing up in
1st plane.
I
get up and prepare myself to the 90 minutes ahead. In the kitchen
both dogs are asleep; just as the kids, upstairs and tat makes me
feel entitled to rob time and use it to my own wish.
Silently
I
walk, glass in one hand
crispy,
salty peanuts' bag
in
the other
I've
done this so often. I know
the
squeaking squares, their position
their
mighty indifference constantly
waiting
for my unresolved
distraction
as
I move and rotate
gently,
the knob on the door
caresses
my skin – it's soft, inviting
a
deeper and tender dissection
of
my unsought emotions
I
have to pee. I always seat – it's better
when
you enjoy looking at the ceiling
as
I do. Besides, you save time
and
you drain better.
When
I get back to my long chair, the movie has begun. A scooter gallops
against the wind through an arid landscape. On the right side, the
sea; on the left, parched fields of a pale yellow. Because of the
hair, one can see that's a woman ridding.
The road seems endless.
©
José Coelho, 2015
