When people begin to say that they were very happy in the past or to tell anecdotes of what they experienced in their childhood, they almost always end up crying nostalgically because of what they consider to be the best time of their lives. Normally I listen to them without interrupting, and when they are silent and spilling bitter tears, I ask them, “Would you like to make a trip to the past?” When listening to the question, they usually release and cry with more flow. Then I receive some of the most common answers: “Yes, but it is impossible.” “Yes, but nobody can’t.” While they observe me in disbelief or wait for me to magically transport them to the past so they can find the happiness that they yearn for and that is lost in their world of yesteryear.
Remember me on rainy days. When the rain surprises you as you walk down the street, because when you feel the cold drops sliding on your skin… You will be able to feel the heat of my body, Keeping you warm!
The wind was blowing very hard, knocking over objects, making many hats fall off people’s heads and roll as they hit the ground, revealing the ruffled hairs of their owners. Men in jeans walked proudly showing off their best pair of well-polished boots. Women wore well-applied make up, perfume, and their best dresses in bright colors which outlined their figures when walking. The atmosphere was full of laughter, flirtation, puppy-love, and the disposition to enjoy the fair. Nobody cared that the tin roof sheets resounded with a crash every time they were tossed by the wind. Suddenly, the rain fell cruelly on the entire town of Jutiapa and the people who were in the field of the fair ran in different directions, trying to find a place to protect themselves from the rain so as not to get wet.
Leaning on the hood of the car, staring up at the sky, the moonlight was reflected in my pupils illuminating my dreams. Wrapped in the silence of the night, I let my thoughts fly through infinity, until my spirit found harmony with the universe.
The light of the new day began to shine on Jutiapa, dissipating shadows of confusion and pain with the warmth of the sun, which energetically began its ascent over the sky. The birds began to sing in their nests. The flowers to spread their scent. The cold wind of the morning moved the branches of the trees and the neighborhood rooster filled the environment with its song. It seemed that the sunlight enveloped everything it touched; inviting each person who was preparing to go to work to feel the perfection of the new day in their heart.
As the land of Tara is Jutiapa for me.
EMOTIONS AND PAPER STRIPS 