She couldn't wait long, the anger in her chest was like a burning fire, and the feeling of something is totally wrong again, couldn't let her sleep that very night. Not even the bird was singing, the small little bird on the tree outside her window, who sings almost every time when the sun goes to sleep. Pure silence disturbed by the noise of the electricity of the lamp. It was and old one, with black stones and a cream hat, that reflected the illness in the room. She hated it.'' Time to get rid of this'' , she thought.
It was time to get rid of many things, not only the old lamp, and she knew it. She knew it very well.
Her only friend was missing, and the distance between them was longer than ever before.
She pretended to have him there with her, sitting by the fire with his guitar on his laps. She stared at him for a while. The ring on his finger, the amulets on his wrist... His bittersweet dark brown eyes, illuminated sympathy and compassion and a scent of the most sweet melancholy which only a true artist can have.
''Do you think i should go back in time Jack''? she asked him loudly, so loud that all the neighbours might have been awaken from their dreams.
''There are some moments in life that happen only once'' , ''his guitar gently weeped'' and he disappeared.
His presence took her anger away, filled her burning chest with pure love, and the melodies of his guitar took her back in time...
Back to the park, near the railway, with the wooden jetty in the lake and the eucalyptus trees. She didn't want to go over the hills and sit on the bench this time, neither to walk up until the small church. She didn't even want to drink fresh lemonade on the terrace of the haunt and enjoy the view of the old stable -full of flowers- yard surrounded by the cypress. She sat on the jetty, she fed the ducks and she came back.
''I will paint the walls, and definitely throw this lamp away'', she thought. But deep inside she knew that she wasn't going to stay long at this place. In a constant searching of a home, maybe tomorrow she will find the way.
To be continued
