Cuentos para Kati VI

Everything looks the same. It is a rainy day, one when light has chosen to be shy, I feel the cold breeze and the drops touching my steel body and my slippery wheels. The little girl is running, she seems agitated, the rain melted her makeup and her smile is absent today.

Everything looks the same. The couple walk slowly, with confidence, holding hands, smiling at each other. The world is absent to them, their love pervades everything. She smiles while he touches her hair. His passion finds confusion its never ending companionship.

Everything looks the same. The old man arrived early. I can see him from afar, silent, careful, peacefully waiting, patiently observing. Only my scream defies his otherwise unconscious  attention.

Everything looks the same. The path I follow never gets disturbed, sometimes delayed but I always see the little girl, the lovers and the old man, sometimes in different places, or different moments. Sometimes she doesn't look the same, sometimes she is smiling, sometimes he is not, sometimes age is not patient, sometimes love is not there. But it looks the same, just not the same passengers, even when they are the same.

Everything looks the same, is it not? I have asked other trains, isn't there always a little girl, isn't there  always an old man? Does not their warm embracing melt your cold chairs? We do recall the little girl, we do recall their hugging shade, we do recall his patient stare. Are we the same train then? 

Everything looks the same, but for them is never the same, for them every day they changed themselves, but for us it is always the same, if you move enough, everyday, there is always a running girl, there is always a patient man and of course love is everywhere.

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.