The island of broken toys
The days on the island passed peacefully, smoothly, until that fateful morning in the
Teresa found a black spot on the sea horizon, then another and another and annoying
itching for a black omen traveled throughout his body.
Teo, the incombustible hippy London, peering the horizon from the vantage point of an insecure
injured by the scourge of sea wind. The air degenerate the sheaves of dirty hair
that almost completely burned face, angular, man. With her the Castilian
Prairie launched a question that did not surprise either of these:
"Those guys, who will be hell?"
Teresa responded with just the words, neither more nor less, and all felt the sharp in his soul
bitterness of dreams ended in the hopes had barely begun when malogradas
germinate:
"They're the real world."
Not too much time had passed since the last time you felt this profound regret Teresa
inside. It was during the days of embarrassing retreat in his home town, a beautiful town on the coast
Cantabria. In contrast to his previous visit to the town, with the parade Cadillac
street, under a rain of paper and colored streamers, feeling the touch of thousands of
Hands feel anxious success, treading the soft carpet leading to the table gala
chaired by the mayor's pearly smile, the last and final (because it was to stay)
arrival occurred at night under a downpour Seat Panda provided.
A few days later the local paper published in a discreet corner of the page read less, a
short notice: "The withdrawal singer Teresa Lopez finally returned to their homeland." When reading
This Teresa not overlooked several details that reveal your current credit among its neighbors in
First, qualify as "singer withdrawal," a euphemism for no clear mention what
all thought:
"Singer failed," cried the woman in the solitude of the small room floor of his legacy
parents. Some tears his vision, which acknowledged it was just wanting to see anything.
Knelt on the floor, heads bowed, closed fists on the legs. She needed a breathing
but did not have at its disposal a shoulder on which mourn or a mouth that whispered some
warm words of hope, therefore, in a display of masochism, he sought to flee their anguish
deepening the cause of your pain. He returned to take the newspaper and continued reading: "The singer
Teresa Lopez withdrawal ...". Teresa Lopez, the concierge Teresa, Teresina. There was never again would
Tessa, the smile on a hot hair of pure gold, the favorite prey of the best photographers,
rifaban the lover is the most powerful men in the country. Took breath and finished the sentence:
"... finally returns to his homeland." Definitely, that is, to die, because the same thing
him to continue to die a miserable existence.
Their neighbors, both new as usual, received with polite indifference. Neither nor far.
There is, as the castle, the main street, the church, the harbor, the beaches, the estuary, which sharpener
returns each spring and the poor who took refuge in the arcade every winter. The
the first few months and some council - counted - fans really true
"old liners" of the song that kept their faith against the strident new wind
music, tried to revive something that detracted from the cold ashes of the once prestigious race
Teresa, or rather, Tessa. So, the house of culture screened several movies featuring
the above, preceded by a symposium at which all three attended nostalgic always on duty. Aquel
Technicolor Film veraneos with eternal, trouserpress sweater with a peak in girls and modesty
Vespa had gone very, very trendy, fortunately. Teresa believed invited a stone
presiding over an almost empty room (it in December!) and therefore declined to participate in
projections of the remaining cycle, a decision that was not too important because the cycle
fenecio itself pure starvation. The council, which had fans abound
not confessed to Tessa, offered to chair the jury of the "Song of Summer" which
eventually reached its eleventh edition of congratulations to the public and local authorities,
district and provincial levels. However, there also found your site: jurors
(young singers, composers, broadcasters) the tried and looked like a president
I had very little honorable to scratch at the show, the few contestants who had to
bold advice during the pre-selection Teresa received the sermon with the same
I found an enthusiastic hard cardboard in faltriquera. Disappointed, discouraged,
withdrew all advertising and are held in the four walls of the floor ajadas family overcrowded
photos and memories of the grandparents and some fishermen stamp forgotten the wedding of their parents,
when the humble yet betrothed bride dressed in black.
In this way, the daily routine has become customary in monotony, perhaps martyrdom:
awaken late at half past ten or eleven, go to the grocery store bakery and avoiding
agglomerations of housewives; return home regardless of rigor in the comments ( "look,
baby, you can remove pa stupidity of being a singer, "was all I wanted, and more ... And how
over! "," if the poor Ramiro lifted his head! "), through the portal and climb the ladder to avoid
the questioning of the widow of the mezzanine and repugnant insinuations bachelor's attic;
enter the house, throw the bags on the sitting area, falling to lead the armchair where the red grandfather
read the "ABC" stand with empty eyes, lost somewhere in between the paper and colored
plaster from the ceiling ... Sometimes, few would have to go to the pharmacy to buy
Nerve pills ...
One rainy afternoon in May, while some cursed bride at the altar instability
atmospheric and high school students in the calendar marked the fateful reviews, the
buzzer sounded repeatedly in the street. Teresa used to send the kids to hell
that enjoyed by disrupting its silence, left on the kitchen table filled with a glass
colored pills and fell determined to open the portal. To his surprise, did not appear any child
rebellious, but as a man of about fifty years old, thin face framed by a
guedejas greasy hair, shoes with sandals and dressed in rags putrefactas a
indescribable color. Smelled bad. Teresa had the temptation to close the door on the nose, but chose
to maintain a minimum of courtesy:
"If you come to beg, I am afraid you have chosen the site unless stated, my economy
is very buoyant and say that I do not want to chat with strangers, so if I
allows ... "The man stopped the movement of the door by hand. The woman felt a shiver
of terror, feeling that the man's intentions were not good: "Now I just need to
to violate a lousy fifty years. "However, the man released the door and stayed in the
Street, making gestures with his hand to calm Teresa, and began to speak in a
Castilian precarious:
"You do not know me, but you known each other for me. I call Teo, English I, me good, I
believe in universal love and do not harm anyone .. y.. "
"Well, well, well! But why you come to see me? Do not you see I have no desire to
talk with anyone? I was looking for my things y. .. ¡Zas! Now it is to become a melenudo
please! "
"No visit. I have a better place for you, with single people, unfortunately, hopeless. Company
not accidentally hurt society. They will be fine there, insurance, alone, no one bothered, no one hurt.
All happy in their own way. I want you to come with me, come to the beach Paloma twelve night.
No regret, be better than death. "
Still persisted penetrating odor when Teo Teresa woke caused by the embobamiento
word of it. Closed the site, he returned to the floor and grabbed the frantic decision of the glass
pills, but never catarlas.
At twelve o'clock met Teo at the beach, the scene of past trips and forgotten
snacks. He invited to drink from a bottle, liquor, or whatever, I had a taste
comforting and sweet. After English was stripped and invited Teresa to imitate, she hesitated for a
moment, thinking that it is not wanted to make love with a guy so Guarro, but shortly afterwards
got naked in the sea and noticed the cold touch of water in their meat, again the feeling of Tessa
yesteryear.
After several strokes reached a raft of logs and lay, exhausted, on her. A
Teresa is no longer repugnant aroma of Teo, but on the contrary, he smelled a male, why not
withstood the test skin purified by salt and I do love the Tramp. Tomorrow
Island reached a strange, puzzling, populated only by people whose lives had not
been a constant and exhausting flight. Dwelt there artists without talent, opponents
failed, divorced looted by their former spouses, rebellious misfits, eternal child
bodied adult, missing husbands or wives while they were going to buy snuff, individuals
profession known spoiled children without resources to survive, perpetual melancholy, mad
evicted and some silly auction. Formed a republic in which the only rule was unworkable
"Forget everything and everyone will forget," the company away from their traditional daily
recalled their miseries, there were equal because they all joined the complex, the evils, the
obsessions. So Teresa lived for a time with relative happiness at the island, along
with Teo and other stateless trasegando foreign liquors, singing (rather desafinando) in
around the campfire and then, occasionally, love.
Until the day I arrived everyone expected, but nobody recognized publicly, and
some black spots appeared on the horizon and the marine inhabitants of the island knew it was
and definitely the time to awaken their fleeting dream.
The authorities are not shaken when they decided to send a pulse to all those strange beings
their places of origin and, therefore, the cradle of their miseries. Teo embarked on its way to London
where he waited two daughters, a woman and a mechanical workshop in decline. A car of the
Teresa left police in front of his house, "until further notice." She repeated the withdrawal
hated routine open the portal, go up the stairs, into the desolate floor, turn on
TV, the fall in red chair, sitting next to bags filled with vegetables
rotten and expired yogurts, including the kitchen table and the glass full of striking
colored pills ...
Television news vomited vacuum that no one collect words.
