Destinos sin rumbo

Destiny without
direction,
is seeded
my life 

without life,
because you 

are not there,
in my today,
today,
neither always in
in my always,
or never
in my never ...

A peaceful Sunday - Un domingo apacible

The Sunday passed very peaceful. Like those old rivers, with very pronounced meanders, that they feel tired of being rivers along centuries, carrying water to nowhere, and only seeing those little beings at the river bank, with their pails and dipping them by an insatiable thirst, that it doesn´t sate...

Prague. Wednesday August, 21st 1968. The invasion

"Suddenly, something hit them. It was not a car. Alejandra felt like an explosion. She was stunned, really stunned. Edgardo was also stunned, but he managed to pull Alejandra out of the car, who had a cut on her forehead, and she was welling blood. Radek could just open the door and crawled a few meters. The impact had squarely on the side of Pauline, who lay dead, with half of her body out of the car. Edgardo took Alejandra to the door of a bakery that had a kind of hollow. Then he checked the unfortunate death of Pauline. He helped Radek to stand up, and took him to where Alejandra was.

What had crashed them, was a Soviet tank T-54, at the intersection of a street. Edgardo, more recovered, saw a second tank that crushed Radek´s car. It passed, with the body of Pauline inside, and went on his way…"

"Alejandra en primavera"

Chapter 12. "The invasion"

© Jorge Vai - Alejandra en Primavera

ISBN 978-987-33-5862-3