THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE

Pab

am a child. I am sunk in a pool of water and mud. My

appears. Shiny, beautiful, sparkling. The light she gives off a

tart to smile. No sound comes out of her mouth or mine for that ma

start screaming, kicking, scratch

having this dream for over twenty-five years. I don't understand anything. M

all this. I want peace, I want peace of mind. When

he morning. I decided to lift my arteries. I became a

nes on, I listen to this music. It's rap music and it cheers me up. I

d helping people do it. I'm not going to lie, I miss my job a lot but I don't really have

to the fridge where I grab a plain juice. It's natural, organic

ut a lo

tside is deserted. Not the shadow of a human being. Probably because today is Sunday, a

concretely but doing sports is more than a passion for me. I feel

in hand, they are running with their poodle on their steps. The man is

les for no reason at all. Whatever one said to the other

mily. In my teenage years, I always repressed this th

envy, and often jealousy. But I never found that woman with whom this special

edible but true. I have never fallen in love with anyone. I always li

to admire them. It took them disappearing completely from

e department. Time is running out and I have to ca

atri

ke for over twenty minutes. I am jogging on

in my legs. This feeling starts to be felt. My pho

o, sw

m, how

n feel you blowing lik

'm jogging right now

me. You don't even look like you were at a par

s up ten minutes later. Of course after checking on her beloved son, Felix.

I could because he has been used to behaving like this since he was eighteen.

e but continues to take money from his mother. He doesn't want to do anything

I accelerate to the maximum and observe my

ent door. It's Yolanda. Sh

ause she's not usua

the door. Her hair is a mess. It lo

...are you okay?" She

fine."

stay mad for long. In fact, she seems t

he living room and sits down wit

I feel like I've got amnesia rig

out the medicine box and grab some headache medicine.

hand her what I have in hand. Sh

so glad I came to you. You always ta

call me a grandmother, not on

it in a good way,

out laugh

on't remember anything except the

ere at Feli

at a party or I wouldn't

parties and especially at alcohol,

no!?"

fy these increased he

scratchin

ay, did you cook something quick r

She is a good girl with a heart of gold, just that at f

to talk about everything while I go t

cook for her. She can't cook. Her mother can't cook so she could

so get into the kitchen. I remember those times when she would

Pab

nt. I thought I was going to enjoy my Sunday quietl

of selling drugs in a suburb. Mar

lanned for us. We wear fade

ike a freak. Anthony, right nex

k at you! You look even more

you think

ourse..."

ously laugh

later, it is

side, presses h

ddy?" I ask, turni

et's go!"

ith a friendly gesture and

dria

ew recruits on a mission. Because

o take as many precautions as possible. So my r

glasses. I take off my high heels

f their rooms, but what they don'

a toolbox like a detective. I'm not looking for anythin

he bed, under the clothes, under the windows, in the shower

ouse is over. I did not f

h was eve

his apartment slowly

in every nook and cranny

attention. I open my toolbox and take out my flashlight. I pull the p

ugh the document a little. No surprise, he d

rphanage: Santa Dioniso. Santa Dioniso, Santa Dioniso..... Santa Dioniso... thi

torch. I search in my memories.

rs

d with reproach. I've jus