STRAWBERRIES UNDER THE TABLE

On a recent Sunday she found what she was looking for. She never knew what she was looking for but she has found that because she was flying, flying, flying up high. She was proud. But on high above she found nothing. Nobody was there, no voice, no gesture among the clouds, she didn´t even found a birdy singing or an angel´s harp song. There was silence,just silence. That kind of silence that doesn´t mean a thing. It was not a dramatic silence as the first breath of Man upon the Earth. Silence was nothing that words could describe. So she changed her mind and put herself back together bit by bit. She came back. Her feet slightly hit the floor, smooth and easy as nothing has ever happened. "I'll be right back," she told her husband. But he said: "Ma'am, if you'll just tell me what floor you're going to, I'll push the button." She didn't know what to say.

But that was not a problem because she never knew what to say, although she says and said a lot different words to express her opinion and feelings. So she said: eleventh floor, please. The elevator hushed up and hurry. Then she was there. Eleventh floor, room 1103.

She rang the bell. That seconds between her silence and the sound of a bell ringing was tremendous. A mixture of desperation, fear, sexual excitement as a wave that covers the land full of unprotected people. The feeling of something fatal nearby also was terrifying. She felt calm, also nervous, desperate but she was happy.

- Hi.
- Hi. You didn’t say that you would come to see me today. Have a seat.
- I could have died if I don´t

He gets her so close that they couldn’t distinguish their breath. They kissed each other anxiously.

TO BE CONTINUED SOON

- text and photo by Andrea Carvalho Stark, July - August 2010