Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 6

Isabel entered the kitchen, the brown wood of the furnishing seemed one with the floor, she took the floor and started to prepare the bread of the poor, the pizza.
For once her mind went back to when she was a kid, and she tripped in an out "monastery"
The nuns told her that food is the first way of gifting the love through the gifts more poor as cooking the bread was the melting of the most poor ingredient, the pizza was a tentative once of a poor cooker, to enjoy the dinner of a king, he studied all a night to understand, how to enjoy him, but then his son, a kid so young and little to not arrive to the table of the kitchen with the nose,entered the room playing with a ball done of old tissues, illuminated he tought, if a kid enjoy playing with tissues creating the idea of a ball, well I will do the most easy think to do and the king will enjoy it.It was so true.
Every Saturday when she was in her "new family" she runned down the stairs of the big house of her gramma, in silence, without making noises, she sitted in a corner on a litle char of wood down a window, from there she could see the table of marble.
The white of floor melted with the white of salt and the grey of lievit becoming bread in the hands of her gramma, and then mixed to the red of the tomatoes of sooth italy.
There in the corner she listened her gramma histories :
"you know God created human being like that, in a second, scientists doctors experts lost her life with the same questions, why?, but who mind of the reason why bread is so unique in this world, and the salt so salty as the sea or tomatoes is so red at the sun? few , so anyone should enjoy the presence of human being as they enjoy a pizza, and life would be more easy".
The gramma knew she was there, but that she pretened to be not discovered, so every time she was there talking alone to the air,telling every time a new story.


Isabel was in the kitchen smiling, she was away in time and space from her gramma, but she was there cooking the same pizza, her sight went back to the room,for the first time she noted a little chair of wood, she had never noted it and now it seemed a bit more a presence there to remember her the line of this life.
That chair was there before she started to be there, none had bought it, it was already part of the furnishing,when they entered in the apartment.
She went on melting floor with an energic movement of arms.
The main door opened and the guy came out, entering as a little wisper of the wind.
"Hey girl I am hungry,I think you get bored today"

Isabel smiled
"No I had a series of explorations"

"uhm I do not see where you could go"
the voice of the guy was demanding
"around as around"
Isabel did not want explain her little trip, it was her exploration and none could have understod it she tought,
"ok now let's move or we get late and people arrive"
she kissed the guy,looking his brown grey eyes.

Monday, November 23, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 5

Isabel walked out, the weather outside was uncertain, like her portuguese life hanging on a cloud to not see the rain around.
The ribeira was not a place of shopping but she needed walk, and it was her little heaven.
The pastel colour of buildings, seemed, second after second, grey as pearl, through the shape of clouds passing the sky.
German tourist sitted outside the bars, making pictures as Japanese to girls dressed with traditional costumes, was a show of noise.
A couple on a bench in front of the big old wood boats,were discussing in a melt of kissing and shouting as just lovers know to do.
Walking slowly her sight get lost in front of a chapel, it was the " Nossa Senhora do Ó", that little chapel, lost among the bars,soon would have had meant for her the worst walk in her life, but it was still time to get enchanted by her preferred bridge "Dom Luis I", the second kid of Mr.Eiffel.
Lost in the voices and the smell of the sea melted to the Douro, she was interrupted by her mobile ringing
"Hey do you still remember you are manager"
her boss was freaking out, on the other part of the world, lost in kenya o somewhere else, with his affairs for rich people, out of every understanding for the human being.
"Sometimes I will"
Isabel answered smiling to the couple on the bench finally lost in a sweet hug.
"So is nice if yo prepare yourself, I need you in Paris"

"Not bad imagine if you needed me in Kenya to save you from a Lion!"

"You joke, I do not fire you, for one reason, you know how to work!"

Isabel switched off the phone, yes she was a manager of a rich multinational, based in Usa, and any time people asked it was as if she was like a martian on the moon, a stranger in one of the most poor area of Europe;but none said that the research of a party is done through gold roads was her thinking.
Isabel walked fast back to the taxi zone, she had to come back home, fastly, away from her moment of escape.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

The lady who was looking for her party - Chapter 4

Isabel moves her legs away the ones of the guy, she arched her back and wake up from the bed, walking around the room, to reach his bed side.

" Sleep tight, or sleep few, the angels or demons will help you"

She wishpered this little song in his years and walked out the room.



The kitchen was so hot, summer was arriving finally, on the table the glasses was still half full of wine, she took them and heard the smell, putting it under her nose.

She tought how much she had hated that smell.

When Carlos was back home full of beer and wine, asking to switch off her anger with her body, the same smell she felt on her body so many times.

The smell she felt the day she escaped her past.



It was a moment, she fastly empty the glass in the sink and opened the water.

The sink was full, so she started to clean as a good housewife.



The guy waked up, she heard him coughing loudly.

She moved in the kitchen opening the fridge, bringing on some water. She drunk from the bottle while some drops of water was coming out her corner lips.



"Hey, were you singing in my ear"

Isabel put the water back in the fridge and looked at the guy

"Have you dreamed?"

" Nah I never dream I sleep as a rock and snore as a donkey, you are crazy in sleeping with me"

" Well so It can be someone wanted gift you the remember of a dream"

" You are crazy"

" Nothing new under the sun, guy, do you want a coffee?"

" Yes"

Isabel prepared the coffee, finally the smell of wine disappeared from the kitchen.

The guy went out to smoke, she remained enjoying his shape in a cloud of smoke.

It was her happiness, that guy and his shape, in a morning.

She took a cigarette and went out too.

She kissed the lips guy slowly and switched on her cigarette.

" So guy, how is the mood?"

" Going, I must take care of some stuff"

She stood in silence as usual, it was not in her nature to make questions, mainly because she was afraid of answers, as she knew people never mind to find the right word, they speak as the rivers comes, and she was sick of that.

" ok, I will go out later, if you need something let me know"

" no worry and make sure you have all we need for the dinner of tonight"

" of course menino!"