Sunday, 10 March 2013
I saw her the first time on March 1940, she was leaving the Cathedral wrapped in her little and boring gray scarf.
I was overwhelmed by her innocent beauty that was not only something physical but flowed from her own womanly aura. I tried to come near her but she disappeared in the crowd with short and quick steps.
The second time I saw her was just a glimpse of her gentle body through the glass of a passing bus.
The third time, I was off-guard opening the door of a cab when she got down from the car and the surprise was so complete that when I recover she has lost herself into a group of people walking out of a theater.
Years went by ungraceful, ruthless, and the fourth time I saw her was in the rest house for old people we share in Columbus City.
We are listening to a fragment of "Mission Impossible", from the soundtrack of the homonymic film.
© 2013 Od Liam.