I don´t recognize you (No te reconozco)

I don´t recognize you,

not because of the brume,

not because of the time,

because of my memory,

without memory...

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

The dream of Noelia

To search without knowing where. To search without knowing why. To search without knowing who. To search without knowing when. Maybe then, dreams begin. Noelia was sleeping. But she was restless. She was sleeping, but it was like she was waiting for someone, in this endless sleep. As usual dreams appear to us. Appearing and disappearing animals, objects, shapes and forms without people. People with a face or not. The dream of Noelia was a sea of people, most of them, like mannequins, moving from one place to another…

Alejandra en Primavera.

"Introduction"

© Jorge Vai 2014. All rights reserved. 

Unos tipos en la noche...

Noche del lunes 1° de julio de 1968... 

(Gobierno de Juan Carlos Onganía)

Un minuto después apareció el Valiant III. Paró justo detrás de la camioneta del ejército. Los dos tipos se bajaron. Cánovas se encaminó hacia ellos. Los tipos “chapearon”. Cánovas hizo la venia y hablaron un par de minutos que parecieron eternidades. Alejandra los observaba. Eran desconocidos entre ellos, pero “algo” parecía unirlos. Como un espíritu de cuerpo ininteligible para una civil como ella. “Pero qué manga de hijos de puta” – pensó Alejandra y sonrió. “¿De qué te reís pendeja de mierda? Ya vamos a hablar con vos…” – dijo uno de los del auto negro. 

El que dijo aquello, se aproximó a Alejandra, quien continuaba inmovilizada por los dos subordinados de Cánovas. Sorpresivamente le propinó un fuerte golpe en la boca del estómago. Alejandra cayó al suelo, casi sin sentido por el dolor y por no poder respirar varios segundos. “Maricón de mierda, le pegás a una mujer indefensa” – alcanzó a decirle a su agresor, luego de recobrar su aliento al cabo de menos de un minuto. El tipo miró a Cánovas y dijo, “pero mírela a esta gallinita, todavía quiere cantar la muy turra”. Acto seguido le aplicó una patada a la cara que la arrojó contra la pared. La mugre de la suela del zapato del tipo quedó estampada en una de las mejillas de Alejandra. 

- Señor, no apruebo esto – dijo Cánovas. 

- No importa lo que apruebes o no apruebes milico. Acá mandamos nosotros. Y ahora tomás a esos dos payasos que tenés bajo tu comando y te rajás. ¿Comprendido? 

- Comprendido mi teniente coronel… - respondió Cánovas en alusión a la “chapa” que se le había exhibido minutos antes.

  

"Alejandra en primavera"

Primera Parte. Capítulo 6 "La llamada"

© 2014 Jorge Vai 

ISBN 978-987-33-5862-3

Sonne (sol) - Rammstein