PSU. Morning. Chao.
After saying these words, stood up and started walking without even turning around a second to wait. Knowing that if I took too long to decide he was going to lose this precious opportunity to speak with her, I caught up quickly and when he went straight to the door to the patio. Patio
was flooded by storms.
- Are you sure you want to go outside?
If this were a movie or a story, she would have turned, I would have looked funny with eyes and a playful smile had invited me to move forward. But since this is just a simple story of a college student, she did not even flinch, he opened the door, stepped through and into the rain.
looking everywhere to make sure nobody saw me, and with a sigh not believe what I was doing, prevented the door shut and followed.
immediately felt like water going through every fabric of my clothes and began to moisten my skin cold. My hair began to drain which towel after use, and before I knew it had begun to shiver.
She, meanwhile, had been detained under the thick branches of a tree that had managed to resist all of the school renovations, and, under its large green leaves, stronger than ever this season, had found refuge and , I thought, I expected. I caught up quickly, running, making my socks just sounded like wet socks can sound.
- What are you thinking?! - I said, trying to make myself heard from the incessant clatter made the drops crashing against the thick leaves - Why do not we talk inside!?
"Because this is where I speak - I said, running his hands through his hair, as if trying to make the water fall out anyway, dripped like a shower.
- Right here!? Who will want to talk here!? - I said, exasperated.
- Anything besides you? - He said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Unable
believe I have answered that, did not say anything. Do not know if there was chance or if she was expecting her to say nothing, but, to my silence, he continued talking.
"I know I've been watching, and several nights have been talking about just trying to find the best way to approach me, and thousands more trying to even dare to do what you did today.
I tried to interrupt, but before she could, she spoke again.
"I know many things well. I know that there are around a dog that is dying to find a roof for cover. I know that in the chemical room was forgotten a book. I know that behind that wall there are two girls smoking, and that little further, there are a couple who are building their own. I know that in Chillán is a girl dressed in pink cotton happy eating the same color, and in San Fernando a father yells at his son called Martin should not steal things from his room. In one corner there in Japan, a group of fans who look forward to advancing the row of Harry Potter, and I know that in Australia is conducting a contest hunt kangaroos. I know that, right here in Valdivia, there are three kids running around because they just steal candy from a store, while a grown man runs away because they just steal the life of a girl who had refused him to its portfolio. Yes ... I know many things.
I looked closely, though she was not looking at me: his eye was fixed in one of the paving stones, which apparently was quite interesting because he never stopped watching.
As he spoke, I tried to find something in his tone of voice, a slight fluctuation in the pronunciation of a word, maybe a little laughter between sentences, or maybe a little break to show me that you had any doubt, but its voice was serious and sad and serious all the time. ... Rang true. As if you really know all that ...
was wondering about this when he raised his head and looked at me with eyes that did not look at me but only to be directed at me. As if to let me know he was addressing me, but really want to do.
"I know talking to the rain - he said -. She tells me everything that happens at every moment. I ask and she answers. She does not ask because he knows everything. It is with whom you have seen me speak in class, and that's why I'm always behind, and what I constantly see the drops hit the window glass, because their forms are letters for me, and sounds hit the glass are phonemes that reach my ears are much more sense than the teacher's words, yours or mine ...
His eyes did something strange, something he had never seen: suddenly seemed to focus again, and, being still and not move at any time, seemed to come alive:
I do not know because I tell you this. Obviously not believe me. Nobody would. I thought for a moment ... What a fool I am. The only time I listen and I am not a fool ...
Without another word, left our green haven and went to college embracing his friend.
I stayed a while longer, until the bell rang and recess was over, delaying the time it would have to consider whether or not he believed what he had heard. He
this when, from behind the wall beyond, two girls rushed out leaving a slight cloud of smoke every time I exhaled, and a few seconds later, a couple trying to be quickly slipped away unnoticed.
reached no conclusion. Do not know what to think. However, the next day I left a note to the girl who spoke in the rain in his seat, saying that if a friend wanted a little more corporeal, could count on me. I would not mind shifting once in a while.
never answered.
Now the note with the same curiosity as before, but with that respect he has people who can do something that nobody else can. I would like to let me near her, but I understand their desire to be alone. In any case, I am calm, I know I did everything that was in my hands. For now, my only concern is to make it cover my windows during the days and nights of rain.
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