But to me, what I like is the SEA…. !!!! (

Traces - 03/2021)

(Narrated natures)

3 stories with only one ending

I frequently pass in front of a flower stand displayed with great care and in a very attractive way; I always admire it.

Among all of them, there is a group of orchids, a sophisticated flower, since it reminds me of the fifteen-year-old girls of yesteryear.

My favourites are jasmine for its perfume; the olfactory register does not refer me to any memory, only its rich perfume. In addition, the colored wildflowers, which I don't know what they are called, I like them a lot.

One day, I saw a flowerpot, five or six very pretty white flowers opened from a sinuous stem, looking at me ... I asked about them and it turned out to be an orchid .... We looked at each other again and that connection was maintained ... I did not hesitate and bought it.

Happy with my flowers, when I got home I placed them on a piece of furniture, in front of the window, where I thought she would like to live; like people, plants need a suitable place, their place in the world.

My white orchid was acclimated and lasted about two years between flowering and resting.

Last year when the pandemic began, R. began to work online, in front of my flower, he spoke on the phone very loudly and I asked him that please, lower his voice because the little plant was not used to that sound and could get uncomfortable. On July 5, R. was infected; the little plant dried up, as I thought, our absence and lack of watering, made the orchid dry completely.

From that day when R. was absent until now there was nothing in that corner.

With the return of R., as a survivor, a surprise gift arrived as a welcome, a beautiful white orchid, with seven white flowers and took the place that the previous one had left.

At first, the arrival of it surprised me, I perceived that in that fact there was something magical, as if fate had brought vitality back to that place, just like R. when he returned home.

This new tall and challenging straight stem orchid arrives as a repair message and good omens.

The large number of flowers in the garden overwhelm me, annoy me. It is spring, they bloom, but they are ephemeral, soon they wither.

That is where the contrast with the sports fields is already lost, now totally deserted due to the isolation needed by the pandemic. Two scenes turned off by nature's work.

Grass, that green that I began to hate, is dominated by the teros, an aggressive bird, which they do not allow you to walk nearby, they take care of their young and their nests and they can attack you. Only the little birds dare with them and every so often a noisy and intimidating fight breaks out.

So many plants distract my attention so as not to look back, the patients are there sunbathing to energize themselves.

Even so, I still don't like it, what's more, until so much green causes me anguish, I don't want to see it anymore ... neither there, nor anywhere else.

I focus on those 4 little trees.

It doesn't suit me either.

In a much more distant plane, I see another life circulating along the road ...

I miss the sea .. because water is life.

Its color, its aroma, its movement,

I miss submerging myself and feeling the enveloping, caressing water, that pleasant and purifying sensation, the body takes its exact contour, floats, and that lightness makes everything lose dimension... so that all the penalties go to the bottom of the sea.

Now I hate green ...

BUT ME, WHAT I REALLY LIKE

IT'S THE SEAAA… !!!!