Huge Cats

They try to open the oxidized main door, and after many attempts and several minutes, inside they were surprised by the walls, without paying attention to the dust of sheets on the furniture or the spider webs impossible to believe in each corner of the room over 100 meters large. They returned home.

Years of not stepping on that house, first it moved them away to take care of a serious patient in another country, then the economic recession of their own one, and later something called custom. Each footstep on the before white carpet, is a memorable memory or not, but a memory of yesterday. The decision to sell the house was already taken, so they decide to make inhabitable the place for some days and to pack/sell their memories, their marriage, their youthful life.

Two days later in their old big rambling house, the main door was strucked. Humberto, The husband, goes down to open. Humberto is an almost fat old man, with an extensive moustache and much corporal hair. –Yes? Good morning, What can I do for you?.- Hello, Good morning. Are you Humberto?.- Yes, Can I do something for you?.- Don Humberto, I used to live in this street when we were kids.- The truth is that I do not remember you, I am sorry, I have come back after 40 years, please come in, come in and let’s talk.

Humberto receives to the stranger in the living room that is already a little more inhabitable after two days of deep cleaning. The stranger gets in and feels much homesickness. Humberto offers him tea not to be discourteous.

Well, Humberto I will tell you, I used to live here when we were children. But my family moved itself to another city and I did not return, as well as you, for a long time. But in the summer of the 51 I returned and I got marriage. And she was very beautiful, and surely you are asking yourself why I am speaking in past time. My wife and I lived near here, and as a just married couple, we were very… how to say it something impetuous, and we were never satisfied to make love only in one place, so we looked for many alternatives outside the common thing: Plazas, parks, the police station, parking spaces, public baths, etc. Until a day we realized that your house was left and we decided to get in. Humberto did not let be astonished but he would prefer to listen to the story as it was a very normal conversation.

Excuse me, but you said to get into my house? Yes, the stranger answered with energy, there is a window near the kitchen that was not sealed, we got in by the open window and sometimes we remained until the next day. We used to bring food like a day in the country, was very amused. Until she started to feel ill.

When Humberto opened his eyes saw his wife thrown in the floor and mutilated, her arm and leg were the food of two cats of a great size. Humberto shouted as hard as he could and not only that he shouted but he wanted to standing up himself, and it was then when he realized that his feet were next to him being devoured by a giant white cat. Humberto did not feel any physical pain, he only shouted and his shouts were like those of a dog that howls when she does not find to her puppies after looking for food. The cats were scared and fled leaving to the couple sunk in their

Description of a face

The first thing that comes to my mind is her spot of meat laid down there in her left cheek, or was on the right side? , a quiet spot, does not bother her, nor either to whom see it. It is not inert but it has a calm personality, not so her turned-up nose, perfect, which I always envied it, but she does not like it because she says it has big hollows, and I would like to measure it with my fingers to verify its absurd size.

Her wide mouth, which surely was one of her greater attractiveness, it needs the delineated “heart” in the superior part, it is like a half oval that stretches itself when she drops an outburst of laughter. Her mouth did not lose the pink tone as she always feared because of the constant use of the lipstick, every time more and more.

She has one of the frontal teeth a little broken, I always noticed it, and nevertheless I never asked her what was what happened there, it is not one of those important defects, but it is one of those details that I watched without asking.

And her eyes… the thing with which she has seen to pass the world during 58 years, are bipolar amber color: with tears they become sad emerald, with intense light they are black gypsy, with good news they are illusion yellow; they are big of nature although she does not believe it and try to force their size with intense black delineated lines in the inferior eyelid and brown shades until almost arriving at the eyebrows, those weak lines that because of a long ago error happened to pass through the Gillette and never again recovered their genetic thickness.

Her glasses are part of her face, she always wears them, and they rest in her chest when she remains slept reading, they dim themselves while they wait until she leaves the shower, they request to be rescued when one, two, three and more times have been forgotten in the taxi, yes, she has at least two pairs, just in case.

Something I always envied of her is her front, is common to envy the forehead? I do not know, perhaps for someone like me, whose front measures with luck three fingers, yes maybe, (paternal inheritance) and it is not that I have a limited intelligence because of the small forehead, but I always needed space to have a decent fringe, to use the hair in several forms, borders to the right, to the left, topknot, tuft that cover the face a little … I am confined myself to the line up in the middle of my head or to throw the hair back in a useless tail. However her front is like a yard with enough space to play.

Wrinkles and crow’s feet are not her problem. Her face has not been wrinkled easily, perhaps her neck a little, but does not bother her, like any other women who with excess of foundation and neckerchiefs tied towards a side, try to hide his mature years. Her oval form of face has given her tenderness in her features, when smiling, her cheeks are sweet apples.

Martu and his brothers

Daniel Goldberg is the photographer of the picture above.

In a beautiful and ancestral town, once upon a time three sawhorses brothers who, almost ever, were route companions. They shared themselves the same owner, mother and food, as well as the interminable hours of long walk, very few hours of dream, and, in general, a life of deprivations and pains, seemed to the one of so many other little animals that inhabited the Planet.

Martu was the son of Nora and Facu, nephew of Nacha and grandson of Gusta. He was a boy so prankish that all the afternoons he felt the necessity to change, becoming a hyperactive player of long arc. In the afternoons, when he went to school, and the nights he returned to adopt his normal shape; he was again a boy of 8 years and 4 months, with no brothers, but many mascots of short and long life.

His pleasure to be called Martu ended when he was 6 years and 2 months old. At that time he would prefer to be called just Eltinao. And, although nobody took him seriously, and not matter the tantrums he did it, the family and friends of the school called him “Martu”; his real name, Martin, surely someday would use it.

It was typical of him to play with foods, to mix tuco with the earth of the garden and even to make a consistent and homogenous sauce; he also filled up the pies with insects, or he inflated them with wind. Sometimes, Martu got tired to play around with his sawhorses.

But they, the sawhorses, did not want to be the children toy. Their fatigue was such that they loved their resting hours. In that way was understood by the older brother, the leader of the three. Sometimes he put his big eyes on his small brothers and full of sadness its eyes look at a distance, on the horizon.

The brothers liked to take a walk around the town, free, but not urged on. No one of them took the advantage, no one remained back. They loved walking to their own compass, and also feeling the children caresses, the ones who saw them walk.

And it happened in a springtime afternoon, when Martu took them to walk around. Facu had told him in the morning, that before removing them to warned him to go with them. But the boy took advantage of the schedule nap of his father and went to see the sawhorses. He found them in their stay, brooding very slowly, and without doing much. Martu carried them towards the little path of stones that happened to pass through the town.

The four walked like brothers in a dominical stroll. Martu sang or hum to them in the ears. The three little sawhorses reacted with gestures of internal affability. They crossed the small stream that ran behind of the priest Jijón’s house. That house always seemed with a “kept” aspect to Eltinao, perhaps because it was one of the oldest of the town, with a giant wood door, to which only an adult could touch it.

They walked more of half an hour, until finally Martu found his objective: the house of his friend Pepe, which had ceilings of sun-dried clay bricks and cement covered with painting of very alive and attractive colors. The house was supplied with a small shop taken care by his parents. They were very good friends of Facu and Nora. Unfortunately, just that afternoon they went shopping, asking their son to take care of the small shop. Very responsible Pepe knew all the prices and places destined in the bookcase for each product.

Martu arrived when Pepe was alone in the small shop. The afternoon was calm, very calm, ancestral and humid, a precise afternoon to play. Perhaps for that reason Pepe forgot the order of his parents and he went away to play in the internal little yard. On the other hand, Martu aloud ordered to his sawhorses “remain here. I am not going to delay”. The sad young donkeys did not have more to do. They remained in the entrance of the small shop.

The minutes spent slow. The three little brothers had to be there without moving, feeding the anxiety little by little. By all single side the shouts of the children who played the ball were listened to. Meanwhile, the afternoon sun ignited and the shade of the small shop entrance changed places, reducing itself more and more. Then, the older ass, the one than always decided for the three, thought about leaving, and with a glance ordered his brothers also to start departing.

But the two small ones did not move, and they did not perturb either when the older one began to walk. Perhaps he looked for a little water, or perhaps to run away. That site was incorrectly chosen by Martu to wait. The older ass realized that the smallest ones were not going to follow him. He stopped his walk and he backed down, the minors had developed more their fidelity…

Note: I give the animals personal pronouns, because of my love and respect for them.

Reflections of the happened and without happening days

This short tale was selected with a "Special Mention" in a web contest based on writing something inspired on the picture above.


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My head is part of the heritage you will leave, I take part in your life, I locate myself in your visits area, I am not moving, they take me, clean me, admire me.

To touch me cause delirium and fear, to touch happened in past lives, I miss a grave, I miss a shovel, I want to enjoy the hardship, I want to feed the hungry worms, I like the evening breeze coming through the window, nothing else.

I am useful for your sporadic thoughts, your smoke and I shape a single thought that tells you what is wrong in your life, and then you run away, closing the only opportunity I have to escape, but what am I saying?, I don’t have the body that would have served me to do it, I don’t have the desire to plan it, nor encourage the rest of unwilling faces who are with me and hesitate to talk.

The leader to my life I am not, nor either Adam's ribs, those that served as food centuries ago, or were just a few years?

I pretend to be dead to survive this immense punishment of seeing a Monair’s inert retort accompanied by your two Ikea lamps which do not match with that leather sofas nor with the spinal cord of that happened tree.

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A video made by two photos and an observation. Was for the London Film Festival 2009, shortlist.

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This is a video for an Advertising Contest. Tribeca Film Festival 2010. Shortlist.