It was the beginning of the 70's, Luis had absorbed the free life that Hipism idealized and he would not give up his principles. One day a letter arrived from one of the members of the intimate group. In it he not only told him that he was living in a pla

It was the beginning of the 70's, Luis had absorbed the free life that Hipism idealized and he would not give up his principles. One day a letter arrived from one of the members of the intimate group. In it he not only told him that he was living in a place where life was in community and with a sense of solidarity that almost did not exist in the Argentina of the 70's (dictatorship, subversion, institutional and street violence). Peace was breathed there. There were also some photos, in winter, when the snow covered half of the door and others in summer where all the colors of nature had gathered, just for fun.

That wonderful place was and is called "El Bolsón" located in the province of Rio Negro. In our Argentine Patagonia.

Luis tried with all his will to reinsert himself in the consumerist and folkloric customs of the middle class, to which he belonged, but it was almost impossible. One day he was having a coffee with milk and croissants (typical of our city) and he saw Lucy come in. His heart began to beat so hard that he had to control it by putting his hand on his chest. (Lucy was a member of that select group) for years he didn't know more about her and there she was as beautiful as he remembered her. He did not hesitate for a second and approached her, it was in a bar in Boedo, it was getting dark and through the windows of the bar the rays of the sun were coming in, the sun was saying goodbye until the next day.

-Hello, Lucy, it's been a long time....

-My God, you are Luis, .... almost as if in a whisper, I get to name him.

In those old days of meetings they always talked about life and of course about The Beatles, but never, neither of them, dared to say what they really felt.

What was unspoken, what was contained, what was kept in that secret place in the heart, came out of her spontaneously, uncontainable, almost like a volcano erupting.

Luis looked at her, with a certain fascination, her face was almost a painting of romantic times, he thought that well, she could have lived in another life.

But it was an instant, more captivating if that was possible, that paralyzed him. He saw tears running down her beautiful cheeks. He could not contain himself in such a wonderful moment, witnessing such sensitivity. I think Luis knew the reason for his tears, he could perfectly understand what was causing it, even more he was envious of not being the one who could feel so many emotions, he never cried with emotion, there was always something he left aside, as if his feelings never had the strength to show themselves with full force.

His gaze was concentrated on those beautiful drops that by the hour made a prism to become a kind of rainbow, drops of colors, that can not be (he thought), he approached in full fascination for that woman who could experience such a wonderful feeling, being only half a meter away from her, he extended his hand and tried to grab one of those elusive tears, he thought that, if he could have it, he would also transmit some of that emotion to her.

-What are you doing? Lucy felt that they were invading her moment, or worse, that the intent was sexual than anything else.

Luis stepped back, invaded by an embarrassment that did not allow him to look at her, with his head down and whispering, he apologized, that he had no bad intentions, he just wanted to know if it was for real. She kept looking at him, she knew that none of what she had imagined was true in reality, at that precise moment she remembered that Luis was someone she could not be afraid of, on the contrary, he was someone she always felt she had to protect.

-Ok, what did you want to know?

-if they were really your technicolor drops?

- my drops, what? surprised, she asked.

-Your tears, they seemed to reflect all the colors, something too magical to be true, I wanted to corroborate it.

-Wow, Luis, you really are something special. Are my tears really colorful?

-I certainly saw them, although I wished I had one on my finger to confirm it.

-Let's sit down," said Lucy.

- Yes, I would love to," Luis replied.

Lucy asked him to describe exactly what he saw, she asked him expressly, after all, no one in his life had ever done or observed his inner world with such dedication.

-Ok, I'm listening.

-Luis was afraid of losing that moment where everything happened, was it possible to transfer to her so many sensations lived, his first attempt was to use the correct words.

- Well here I go, there are very few times that I have the opportunity to see with such closeness such beautiful sensations, I mean to see someone who is surprised to see me, which is not very common to happen to me. Well, that's what I thought, the surprise of seeing those tears fall so slowly, your eyes like a kaleidoscope, changed color, they looked like a crimson brown, a kind of center of the universe, that's what I was looking at, when I saw those fantastic drops wet and sprout, I could not, or I can not forget, a question I asked myself, what will it feel like to experience such a degree of emotion? and the more I thought about it, your tears became, I do not know how to explain it, I think the world stopped for those seconds, I saw them fall very slowly, as if they wanted to never die, my vocabulary is extremely useless at this moment, perhaps, thinking better now, if I had had a camera, I could have captured that magical and unique example that our mind is associated with everything beautiful in the universe is as if I had witnessed a miracle.

Lucy, could not assimilate so much capacity to understand, while Luis spoke her mind connected with him, as no one had been so sensitive to encompass so much, there was no way she could express it better knowing what in herself her mind and body experienced. That day and that special moment was what produced a kind of communion, beyond anything known, something where there was no limit, no way to describe it, it was the place for there to be no doubt that when two people connect, and she never felt it like that, they connect in soul and mind, like an imaginary thread that would bind them together for a long time.

 

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Eran principios de la década del 70, Luis había absorbido, la vida libre que el Hipismo, idealizaba y no iría a renunciar a sus principios. Un día llego una carta de unos de los miembros del intimo grupo. En la misma no solo le contaba que estaba viviendo en un lugar donde la vida era en comunidad y con un sentido de la solidaridad que, casi, ya no existía en la Argentina de los 70 (dictadura, subversión, violencia institucional y callejera). Allí se respiraba Paz. También había unas fotos, en invierno, cuando la nieve cubría hasta la mitad de la puerta y otras en verano donde todos los colores de la naturaleza se habían reunidos, solo, por diversión.

Aquel lugar maravilloso se llamaba y se llama “El Bolsón” ubicado en la provincia de Rio Negro. En nuestra Patagonia argentina.

Luis, intentaba con toda su voluntad reinsertarse en las costumbres consumistas y folclóricas de la clase media, a la cual pertenecía, pero le era casi imposible. Un día estaba tomando una café con leche y medialunas, (típicas de nuestra ciudad) y vio entrar a Lucy. Su corazón empezó a latir tan fuerte que debía controlarlo, poniendo su mano sobre el pecho. (Lucy era miembro de aquel selecto grupo) por años no supo más de ella y allí estaba tan bella como la recordaba. No dudo un segundo y se acercó a ella, era en un bar de Boedo, estaba atardeciendo y por las vidrieras del bar entraba rayos del sol que se despedía hasta el día siguiente.

-hola, Lucy, tanto tiempo,…

-Dios mío, eres Luis,…. casi como en un susurro, llego a nómbralo.

En esas antiguas jornadas de reuniones siempre hablaban de la vida y claro de Los Beatles, pero nunca, ninguno de los dos, se animó a decir lo que sentía realmente.

Lo no hablado, lo contenido, lo guardado en ese lugar secreto, del corazón, salió de ella de forma espontánea, incontenible, casi como un volcán en erupción.

Luis la miro, con cierta fascinación, su rostro era casi una pintura de épocas del romanticismo, pensó que bien, ella, podría haber vivido, en otra vida.

Pero fue un instante, mas cautivador si era eso posible, lo que lo paralizó. Vio como corrían lagrimas que surcaban sus bellas mejillas. No pudo contenerse en tan maravilloso momento, ser testigo de tanta sensibilidad. Creo que Luis sabia la razón de sus lágrimas, podía entender perfectamente que era lo que lo causaba, más aún tuvo envidia de no ser el que pudiera sentir tantas emociones, nunca lloro de emoción, siempre había algo, que dejaba, a un lado, como si nunca sus sentimientos tuvieran la fuerza de mostrase con toda la fuerza.

Su mirada estaba concentrada en esas bellas gotas que por la hora hacían de prisma para convertirse en una especie de arcoíris, gotas de colores, eso no puede ser (pensó), se acercó en plena etapa de fascinación por aquella mujer que podía experimentar tal maravilloso sentimiento, estando a solo medio metro de ella, extendió su mano y trato de agarrar una de aquellas evasivas lágrimas, pensó que, si podía tenerla, también le transmitiría algo de esa emoción.

-¿Qué haces? Lucy sintió que estaban invadiendo su momento, o algo peor, que la intención era de índole sexual que otra cosa.

Luis retrocedió, invadido por una vergüenza que no le permitió mirarla, con la cabeza baja y susurrando, le pidió disculpas, que no tenía ninguna mala intención, es que solo quería saber si era de verdad. Ella, se quedó mirándolo, sabía que nada de aquello que su imaginario invento era verdad en realidad en ese preciso momento recordo que Luis era alguien a quien no podía temer, por lo contrario, era alguien a quien ella siempre sintió que debía proteger.

-¿Ok, que es lo que querías saber?,

-si eran de verdad tus gotas tecnicolor

- mis gotas, ¿qué? sorprendida pregunto.

-Tus lágrimas, parecían reflejar todos los colores, algo demasiado mágico para que sea verdad quería corroborarlo.

-Woww, Luis, tu sí que eres alguien especial. ¿De en serio que mis lágrimas son de colores?,

-sin duda las vi, aunque hubiese deseado tener una en mi dedo para confirmarlo.

-Ven setenémonos, le dice Lucy.

- Si me encantaría. respondió Luis.

Lucy, le pide, que describa exactamente lo que él vio, se lo pidió expresamente, a fin de cuenta nadie en su vida había hecho, u observado con tanta dedicación su mundo interno.

-Ok te escucho.

-¿Luis, temía perder aquel momento donde todo sucedió, era posible trasladarle a ella tantas sensaciones vividas?, su primer intento fue usar las palabras correctas,

- bueno ahí voy, son muy pocas la veces que tengo oportunidad de ver con tanta cercanía tan bellas sensaciones, me refiero a ver a alguien que se sorprenda al verme, que no muy común que me suceda. Bueno eso pensé , la sorpresa de ver esas lagrimas caer tan lentamente, tus ojos como caleidoscopio, cambiaron de color parecían un castaño carmesí, una especie de centro del universo , era eso lo que miraba, cuando vi humedecerse y brotar esas fantásticas gotas, no pude , o no puedo olvidar , una pregunta que me hice, que se sentirá experimentar tal grado de emoción? y mientras más lo pensaba, tus lagrimas se convertían, no sé cómo explicarlo , creo que el mundo se detuvo por esos segundos, las vi caer muy lentamente , como si ellas quisieran no morir nunca, mi vocabulario es extremadamente inútil en este momento, tal vez, pensándolo mejor ahora, de haber tenido una cámara de fotos, podría haber capturado aquel mágico y único ejemplo de que nuestra mente se asocia a todo lo bello del universo es como si haya sido testigo de un milagro.

Lucy, no podía asimilar tanta capacidad para entender, mientras Luis hablaba su mente se conectó con él, pues nadie había sido tan sensible para abarcar tanto, no había forma que ella pudiera expresarlo mejor sabiendo lo que en si misma su mente y cuerpo experimentó. Aquel día y ese especial momento fue lo que produjo una especie de comunión, mas allá de todo lo conocido, algo donde no había límite alguno, una forma de poder describirlo, era el lugar para que no hubiese duda que cuando dos personas se conectan, y nunca lo sintió así, se conectan en alma y mente, como un hilo imaginario que los uniría por largo tiempo.

 

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