domingo, 28 de mayo de 2017
If they thought that he spoke sincerely, he took it as a personal offense. When he asked something to someone, he did it in a way that made it notice how dirty he was imagining the true answer. He paused as if he to take a sip of coffee before saying amen. He saw selfishness and arrogance perfectly sincere, no matter how bad they were, but goodness and modesty seemed to him an indecent hypocrisy. He visited the sick to take away hope. He considered himself a tolerant neighbor because even though he did much harm one day, the other he wanted to be treated as if nothing had happened. He liked to stuff things through cracks, like dogs when they are in heat. Thirty-five and a half degrees were fever for him. A banknote looked him like a flower in spring. His psychiatrist was covering its ears to hear him more clearly. He was an animal, of course, but not social.
©Luis Rafael García Lorente & I.D.S.