4:31 a.m.

4:31

He suddenly woke up with a weird sensation in the stomach (Hunger?)
and fixed in his head, the thought of her.
It was still dark, but he was not sure if it was
because he had closed the blinds before going to bed.
He turned to the nightstand on his left, took his cellphone
and when the screen went on, he noticed it was 4:31 a.m.
This was the sixth night in a row he had woken up
only to notice that it was exactly, four hours and
thirty one minutes after midnight.

He sat on the bed, still a little dizzy, put his hands on his head
and repeated in a low voice - Four thirty one.

A couple of blocks away a man was being punched in the jaw
when he fell down, the attacker took his cellphone and started running.
After hitting the ground, the man quickly stood up stood up, still dizzy
and started chasing his attacker. He will not catch him.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, in the middle of the dark room
he noticed he was hungry.

A couple is having passionate sex, her breathing seems to cut
while he grabs her ass very strongly. They will share an intense orgasm
and will remain speechless for the next fifteen minutes.

He stood up and decided to walk towards the kitchen,
when turning the lights on and feeling a tremendous
discomfort in the eyes, the memories of her came back.

A group of youngsters run naked towards the cold sea, 
the water is uncomfortable at first 
but they will get used to it soon enough.
They will walk home after putting on just some of their clothes.
Two days later one of them will get terribly ill.

He opened the fridge and took a green apple, he noticed how cold it was,
poured himself a big glass of water and started the long journey
that separated him from his bed.

A man, quite drunk, climbs up a table inside a club, puts his
sunglasses on and disguises his melancholy with a loud
- Whoooohooooo!!!!
He will come back home alone.

He sat on the edge of the bed again, only this time
the mirror was right in front of him, he could clearly
see his shape hidden in the dark and vaguely
a spark in his own eyes.

A woman sitting in Lotus-Flower position looses herself in meditation, 
whilst listening to the repetitive chants now in the distance.
She will come back home but will never be able to resume her daily routine.
 She'll leave home soon after.

He engulfed the apple in four and a half bites and drank his glass
of water in four and a half gulps. He let himself fall on his back
while covering his eyes with his hands.

A woman wakes up dizzy at the same time
for the sixth consecutive time this week, she is not wondering anything.
turns around and goes back to sleep. She will not remember
that she woke up.

He positioned himself in the bed under the covers,
and wondered why was he waiting up at this time,
Coincidences?

Millions of people wake up at this exact time, 
start their daily routine.
Some come, some go.
Extraordinary and ordinary things happen.
People notice them all, but will soon, inevitably, 
forget.

He fell a sleep with a thought in his mind: -Coincidences?
4:32 a.m. Tomorrow he will wake up at the same time.
The day after tomorrow he will not be able to sleep.
In a week from now, he will have forgotten that all this ever happened.

I saw you

I saw you in the airport
with that green sweater of yours
I saw you laughing across the table
with that yellow dim light
I saw you in my arms
with my favourite movie in the back.

I saw you at the door
with that sexy black dress of yours
I saw you in the balcony
with that bright yellow sun
I saw you in my arms
with the rain falling in the back.

I saw you at your house
with that big smile on your face
I saw you next to me in the car
with that red sunset light
I saw you in my arms
with the beautiful beach in the back.

I saw you mad at me
with that angry face of yours
I saw you sad many times
with your watery eyes reflecting the moon
I saw you in my arms
with a little music in the back.

I saw you in my bed
with that beautiful silouette of yours
I saw you happy many times
with your watery eyes reflecting the moon
I saw you in my arms
with the cold desert in the back.

I saw you say good bye
with that warm embrace of yours
I saw you part away
while I myself had to go
I didn't see you in my arms
with the cold fluorescent lights in the back.

Now I see you every morning
just when I wake up
Now I see you every day
while the monotonous life goes by
Now I see you every night
when the pillow is all I can embrace.

Sometimes I see you through the screen
when we have time talk a bit
Sometimes I see you in my mind
while the memories come back
But until we see each other again
I guess this will have to do.

Surfing

Abrió la puerta y asomó la cabeza al obscuro corredor que abria el camino al viejo y oxidado ascensor. 

Se armó de valor y se encamino al ascensor, presiono el boton y mientras esperaba, se preguntó porque no había tomado las escaleras, ¡Solo eran cinco pisos! (-Fuck that shit, I'm too lazy).

Al abrir la puerta del ascensor el inconfundible aroma a cigarrillo inundó el ambiente recordándole inmediatamente la habitación donde solía dormir hace años. 

- Piso cero, se dijo a si mismo mientras presionaba el botón.

Rápidamente se puso sus lentes obscuros antes de salir por la puerta, era un día gris pero el brillo del sol le molestaba en los ojos, no se había dado cuenta de la gran cruda que tenía. 

El traje de neopreno estaba húmedo y frío, una sensación muy rara en la piel. Mientras cerraba la cremallera del traje, notó un pulsante e intenso dolor en el hombro (seguramente la concentración de cristales de ácido úrico en las articulaciones, muestra clara de los años que ahora llevaba encima).

-Suck it up!, se dijo mientras soltaba la cremallera.

La tabla era larga, casi tan larga como la distancia que había que recorrer hasta el mar. La playa estaba desierta, tan solo un par de surfers a punto de entrar al agua. (Este frío y lluvia es pésimo para pasear en la playa, pero es perfecto para el surf).

Lo único que no estaba cubierto por el neopreno eran sus manos, pies y cabeza, situación de la que se daría cuenta en unos segundos, momento en el que sus pies entrarán en contacto con el agua helada.

El mar parecía iracundo, las olas no eran muy grandes pero venían con fuerza y golpeaban de manera constante. 

Remar le costaba trabajo, el hombro aun sufría y había que mantener el equilibrio, incluso con las olas cruzadas. 

Después de unos sólidos quince minutos de remado constante logró llegar a un lugar donde parar a descansar, pareciera que el mar le había puesto una prueba que había pasado (Aunque la verdad es que probablemente solo era el final del set de olas).

Recostado en la tabla y viendo al horizonte notó que empezaba a llover, una tranquila lluvia que en combinación con la calma del mar creaban una imagen surrealista y relajante. Perdió la mirada en las ondas que las gotas de lluvia creaban en el mar. Por un momento, todo se detuvo, ni un sonido, ni un movimiento. Podrían haber pasado tres horas o tres minutos.

De la nada las olas regresaron, como un recordatorio de que, inevitablemente, la vida se mueve, que esos pequeños y perfectos momentos no duran para siempre. Pero con el movimiento de la vida siempre viene emoción, lo desconocido siempre llega con aventura. 

Después de horas en el mar y un intenso sabor a sal en la boca, decidió salir y encaminarse a casa.

Mientras descuidadamente cruzaba la calle, algo lo tiró al piso, un sonido hueco y después, nada.