all starts with a green light turns red and a drizzle to end that flooded the glasses and the eyes of children. Children as I was then.
seems young and crystalline water, the miracle of a blue sky, but a burst of bubbles that lead down the dirt riding. The soap has the smell of new tires, save the shells of soft plastic and remote control of certain sponges drunken grease and detergent at low cost. Even the midges can not stand, yet I am already dead and buried like the memories of some trips up and down the country. Travels with Dad at the hands of the divide between the steering wheel and shift knob between the protruding edges of the houses and zig-zag of those other scooter.
The car wash now is quieter, has undergone several technical improvements, it may seem more beautiful. Today's car is longer, has a heart of my mail, and although it is less than what it once was, that of captain papà.Difficile feel like then. This is a ship without a hatch to be closed, without any windows to be capped with a thousand and turns of the crank. We feel adrift. You do not feel alone in the middle of the storm. There is no magnetic saint to whom to entrust their prayers.
When the timer activates the brushes of the outside world I can do is blue. The blue floating invading rear window. The blue ravenous that swallows the car and all my thoughts. The blue slip saying nothing on the pages of writing pads resting on my knees. I write everything that comes into my head, while the rollers come back for a second pass. Out of people distract me as a soft watercolor brush. Some people wait their turn while smoking cigarettes. Who is anxious to dry glass and bodywork. Those who attempt in vain to tame would-long snakes.
From here go out in bigger or smaller? From here I would go out into larger or smaller? I blow dry air dries the body pushing the water along beds lining black as pitch. Drains along the invisible return to land and sky.
Everything ends with a red light turns green, a motor car that goes off coughing and forward, uncertain, towards the sun.
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