Passages Of Our Life. An Ordinary Day - By Roberto F. Macbeth.

Roberto F. Macbeth.
  (Simple Apology of a huge instant) ....

 Consistent with my recurring habit of dreaming ... of dreaming AWAKE, once MORE, I squint and let go of the swarm of ideas and feelings and, while I place the coffee pot on the stove and wait for the aromatic infusion to "strain", I am giving meaning to  those ideas ... I guide them in the construction and visualization of a short passage, of course, with you WITH ME ... WITH YOU, who are you and you are SHE and you are the one ... the one that I am not looking for, but I wait and ...  I can see myself interacting and ... YA, I'm in my studio / workshop ...
 ... Sitting on the worn leather of a stool, I am struggling between shapes and colors ... I meditate;  q process feelings and emotions are combined in empirical concepts.
 Ahead, at a distance of 2 or perhaps 3 steps, a colorful painting rests supported by an easel.
 I try with my "critical view" to go through everything, stopping at "places" where I take comfort in the lines and colors.  Visually and mentally I "mark" where I should emphasize the lights, where I should darken a tone, highlight a profile, etc.  There are no figures that highlight realism.  They are all the product of my mind ... inventions of amorphous beings, although yes, subtly recognizable.
 I tend to concentrate so much, that many times it seems that I am alone even when surrounded by people.
 Yes, I concentrate, but NOT to the extreme so as not to intuit the tender, warm gaze and the sincere, sweet, pure thought that "screams" at me the enormous pride of my happiness: the incredible WOMAN I LOVE.
  I feel his footsteps descending the stairs.  They are like heartbeats ... soft, calm, with a rhythmic cadence ... and I know that her caution is due to her intention NOT to distract me ... while she does not take her loving gaze away from me ... I feel her, I  touch ... all your senses reach me.
 I slightly close my eyes trying to visualize the rest of her journey ... and I see her ... she is BEAUTIFUL, she is BEAUTIFUL ... she is DIVINE!
  It is much MORE than what I once dreamed of.  It is everything and MORE than I ever imagined.
 _!  It is the WOMAN I LOVE !!  _ I say to myself.
 She comes to me.  With the softness of an angel he rests her hand on my shoulder.
 I smell the scent of it;  I feel her SOUL;  I feel .... I feel the universe.  The gallop of my blood touches every corner of my existence ... I already know its destiny ... already, some part of my body seems to wake up ... dissimulation.
 With a flick of my eyes, I point to the painting and ask him.
 _ Do you like it? .... WHAT do you think? _ I say a second before taking her hand with mine and kissing her with flattery.
 She stares at the painting and for a moment, I feel her blush as she speaks to me.
 _ Ayy LOVE ... you are the artist;  how do you think? _
  Never before from her had I heard a voice that caused me so much wonder ... that summoned me to so many feelings and desires.
 _ yaaa ... ya !! ... okay.  I am not going to debate with you again;  but if I am the artist, you are the hand with which I paint ... and my brush and my motives ... and my
  DIVINE muse !! _
 I kiss her hand again while I turn my face to look into her eyes ... ahhh _ I inhale deeply_ those big eyes !!!
 _ Gee, but tell me, do you like it? .... womaneerrr ... talk to me ... for GOD !!  Tell me what you think?
 _ Well ... uhmmm_ kidding.  It's amazing, but she leaves no room without showing off her tremendous sense of HUMOR.  She acts as an elitist art critic.  His gestures, his exaggerated postures ...
 I, since before I am laughing.
 Then she, assuming all the arrogant air that accompanies some connoisseurs in the field, wields.
 _ A veerrr ... it seems to me that it lacks a little here, a little there ... ummm ... well, in short: that I am neither in favor, nor against, but quite the opposite ...  !!!
  yyy ... YA.  I couldn't hold it any longer and laughing like a child, I pounced towards her and hug her ... I hug her and hold her in my arms, in her embrace.
 I am unable to articulate a word.  The certainty of knowing her pleasant, cheerful, so talkative and happy, fills me with feelings and I cannot avoid getting my eyes wet with the joy of SOUL.
_ Come ... veeennn !! ... I want you here close ... I want you mine ...
 And we look at each other and we kiss and we love each other until we are reborn once more.
 From afar, the song of the waves and the whisper of the sea breeze, with its kiss and embrace of saltpeter, declares that the immense Caribbean Sea always brought us closer to live in its likeness and in its example of eternal love: ...  the wave always seeks to meet the shore ...
 Another time I inhaled deeply, wanting to saturate my lungs with saltpeter, when suddenly, a scream makes me come out of my lethargy:
 _ Macbeeeth ... the coffee maker !!!
  Ñook ... the Coffee !!! ... I had forgotten ... gee, you can't even dream quietly NOW ....