Cuentos para Kati V

The little kitty wanted to see the world, experience new moments, meet new people, live the fast life, far from those she hold closely, far from the traditions and the old ways, far from the routine of a peaceful place. She knew it would only last the term of a dream, the term of a suspire, one to be taken deeply.

The port looked beautiful, dynamic, blessed by green and blue, blessed by music. The fast motion and the passing of time taught her many lessons, but only two worth remember for ever. The first one was that sometimes, when time is not enough, build something of worth results very difficult, any port in the planet has seen many good byes, sometimes only after saying hello. The second lesson is only for her to find out, at the proper time.

The lion found the kitty cat very interesting, mysterious and beautiful. He felt unsettled by her sharp questioning, the sweet innocent look hiding the keenest of the minds. He knew she was to split his life and their friendship was something that endured her first lesson, nobody can really know why she did not let him go, that is something that will always remain as a mystery, perhaps even for the kitty cat.

The sweet Christmas lights and the Paint in Black caressed the lion's head upon the kitty's lap. The gelato and the flying dots aching for light showed her that for some moments it is worth being illogical. The canals shone with the moon and the stars in such other night, the old sinking friend, embracing lovers at all times, found the lion and the kitty immerse in seduction while the white room in the fashion city heard the sweet voice and the big eyes, saying for the first time, I love you.

Holding hands all the time, the kitty and the lion woke up and the dahlias framed them in her peaceful place, one to be walked barefoot within the sight of ducks merging with the train whistles. A big new room to be shared and the pictures, the one from the artist and those never to be shown, hold them together.

Once more time the lion and the kitty will meet in the port, but now they are more that friends, now they are more, now the port has to learn, that sometimes, even when time is not enough, even when distance is too much, still things matter.

Cuentos para Kati IV

I can't see as you see, I don't distinguish the fascinating shades that form when light passes through materials but I do see it coming from the sky. I can't see you if  you do not move, but I do recognize you, the subtle scent you emit, the lite breeze that walks with you as you walk. It is difficult for me to have friends because they want to chill and I keep asking them to move around.

I can't see as you see, my eyes never came, I ordered them online but the vendor says I do not have the appropriate port. I complained with the quality of service and he just hanged off. I can't see as you see but I can feel you getting close, I can feel the subtle moves of Earth. It is difficult for me to have friends because I keep crashing with them, I apologized with the mole but he kept saying please keep moving. I do not know what he means.   

I can't see as you see, everything moves fast, all of you and sometimes I think there is only one of you, you all look the same very often. My eyes are a many-core GPU, but like those, each eye does not have much precision though it is kinda cool, cause it is like I am high all the time. It is difficult for me to have friends because it is complicated to see which one is actually you, but it is funny seeing the mole keep asking the worm to move while he keeps crashing against him.

I can't see as you see but sometimes is cold and sometimes is warm, that is how I figure it is time to wake up or time to go to sleep. The soft currents carry me, it is exciting I must say because sometimes I eat things that I don't want but when I do, oh boy, it is nice. I guess it is not so good to have all what you want all the time. But it is difficult for me to have friends. I invited them once to come to the shore but I didn't get on time, the soft breezes carried me some place else and the second time, I arrived early but the worm never came, the mole came but he kept asking me to move and if I move the current will take me away and the fly was just all high asking which one are you?

We can't see as you see, but does it mean we don't see? The worm and the fish see nothing, the mole only sees black and white and the fly sees too much. We can't see as you see but we might feel better than you because we can feel the Earth speaking, the light melting and the water caressing us and now that we have finally met, all of us, we have some question for you, are we and you not looking at the same thing? We don't see as you see, but we do look at the same that you are looking, for each of us it looks different but it is still the same, is it not? We can't see as you see but does it mean you are actually seeing?

Cuentos para Kati III

Apollo smiled at the boy walking fast over the long street, walking like if the crowd did not exist, nervous and holding the red rose like priceless porcelain, trying on breathing slowly only to fail, when her face arose from the corner, failing gracefully, like the monitor that skips a heartbeat, failing like the sea that crashes the hot beach, all at once, all in a timeless sight, at her precious smile.

Samson smiled the first time and the second and will smile at the last, at those times their kiss melted the ice, at those times she held his hand, at those times he wiped her tears, at all of those times and at that timeless time they were two, one and three.

Aelius smiled at her first smile and the first time she clapped while the two cheered the first crawl, the first time she stood up and asked, what is that?, that shiny star. The two told the third, that is your friend, you can ask anything, anything you want and he will always reply. Dear star, why don't you always smile? 

Every day I smile, Ishan said, but sometimes you cannot see it, sometimes the little blue dot do not want my smile, sometimes your eyes are closed and sometimes my lady reflects on me so to give you my smile. Do you really always smile? she replied. The two do not clap at my walk anymore cause it has been a while since the first times, I do not play at the yard no more cause now I walk fast, I am a lady now and my eyes are not blind, why would you smile, all the time? 

Sometimes I want to cry, Ra said. On those days the unfair red could only be washed by tears from the sky, I want to cry. Sometimes I want to cry, on those days there was no more green, no more life, no more kind. At those days, I want to cry. I want to cry when you make yourselves cry. I want to cry when the little blue dot cannot smile, I want to cry when you, yourselves do not smile at me. Oh, there are so many times I want to cry, but I always choose to smile, always to smile, because that is what I am, I am the smiley star. 

And why you simply don't cry? Why do you chose to smile when you feel to cry? Everything is as it must be, is it not? Oh shiny star, why don't you stop smiling and there will be no more to cry, no more to stand, no more to shine at? Everything is as it must be, dear friend, Surya said, you are right but I will never stop smiling at you, at all of you, I will have a different shape, a different name from all of those I already have, maybe you won't call the little blue dot home anymore, but I will always smile over you, you who talk to me and those who do not, I will always smile, even if you don't see me, even at nights, I will always smile at you, at all of you, at those that never smile, at those that never cry. I will always smile at your tears and at your smile. Everything is as it is, I will smile because I am, because I am a smile and because a smile is all you need so you to stop the cry.