THE VISIT
Who would say that this woman so feared, of ivory-white face, would come with the rainbow as a relief after the rain? She stood leaning against a furniture, away from my bed, and therefore also away from me. She watched me warm from a green corner, and without get close, I felt her closer, blowing me soft, very soft in my lungs, a red broken air.I begged her to take me with her, and, for my surprise, she showed a pink smile with flashes of gold. Just as she arrived, she left without me, went out the brown of the window.
Spent hours of suffocation in wich I became turquoise with her absence, turquoise with my presence, and turquoise with all those things that lived locked in my chest, wich get opend and dilated, like if I wasn't dead.
Through the door came in another woman, with less calm than the first one. She told me, soaked in faint gray her shell, to do at least one nebulization untill the doctor arrived. I refused to cooperate, hunched and tired of so many blankets. Between the purple cyclamen and the heavy eyelids, I could only say the next words:
“Let him find me bad, mother, that I don't want to hide how I feel.”
