THAT AFTERNOON

We were like that afternoon, we were fleeting, instinctive and loving. We were water, light and dust. We were as a tropical day in a northern country.

We had two contrary sensations, confused because we had discussed last night. It took us years, be brave and pour to trust in someone from another country we knew as a one who knows a neighbor.

We dressed a few clothes, a bathing suit and little else. We spent a pleasant evening, we swam, with friends. We decided to stay, despite being warned.

And the wind came, warm like a hurricane, which ran our bodies, and not slowed. It caught us half sitting, doing like monkeys, as always. It scared away most, they did well. That's when we locked eyes. One of the first times we did, at least, that way. It was not that late, but if we stayed it would be. And that look was final. We asked ourselfs, and we didn’t even answer, we both knew the answer.

We save the guitar, the bottles and a few other belongings resting on the lawn. Now, we stretch the sheet I had brought from the residence where we lived. The rain came early, like in a dropper. It was thick and partly hurt, but no matter, no longer mattered. Although we came from the South it was too hot and we were very used to cold in that city.

We stood up. I hugged her and protect her from the wind and rain with my back, and I tried to find the mouth. He knew her well, never gave kisses, you had to win them. The most I got was gently brushed her lips; and we came to hug. I will never forget that warmth, like those chocolate desserts that are hot inside and cold outside. Perhaps we spent five minutes but seemed five seconds. If someone had taken a picture at the time, I'm sure would have won awards.

It was raining harder and the temperature of our bodies got down. We were soaked and felt no more than 35 degrees. Then I touched her nose with my nose, as did the Eskimos, we loved do that. It was very sweet, probably while it was more. And we kissed. And we felt as passion took hold of us while humidity and certain of what we felt for each other was increasing.

We could not take it anymore. We collected the things and take refuge under a tree, but no way, there was no place that could protect us. Even the last group of German two-handed-beers had gone away.

We put the sheet over, we took things as we could and started walking. We were clumsy and we couldn’t coordinate steps, nor had the bag securely fastened. We walked until we yield. We did not want to continue fighting against nature, we just wanted to kiss. And we did. We realized where we were, as we were and who we were. That was one of the most special kiss I've ever had. Saliva mixed with the water, we did not know how to stop.

The sheet was too wet. We ran into a bridge, to shelter under it. There we found the poor refugees who did not want the rain would catch them, but did. There was such an Indian family of ten members, a young couple, another family with a child in her arms and one at the feet, and three young men smoking dope and drinking beers. There was also a barbecue, still in ember. I approached her, and she came without hesitation, like a magnet.

As we went dry we embraced again. And I sang a song round her ear, one of those who spoke of how drunk and crazy I am. She understood some Spanish and she liked it, she liked it a lot. Me too. Still I do not understand why I did not cry then.

We were like that afternoon, we were fleeting, instinctive and loving. We were water, light and dust. We were as a tropical day in a northern country.

And the rain stopped, and we held hands and we started walking.