Memories Of A Love

Amanda is reading a book.

A book about the life.

The life of a man that, even though he is seventy, looks as youthful as a child.

A child that goes through life singing tangos, singing to impossible loves.

Impossible loves like the one that that man had, whose name is Andrew, who's a young man of seventy.

Seventy, like a number impossible to arrive, something imaginary, something that provokes thoughts as "I'll never get to that age, I still have 50 years".

What are 50 years in a human's life? How can one know and have notion of time, when it is something so far away, so distant, as if it were a love that has never been owned? 

Amanda's life has been a bit dramatic, she's been through many alleys with black walls and, several beings painted in white have been, in fact, black. Now she's sitting on a bench, in an autumn square, unaware of time going by, looking the way in which Andrew sings, walks and smiles with eyes full of memories.

Andrew sings "The Secret Of Her Eyes", a song he has listened that June afternoon, sitting on the bench of the square with his beloved Amanda, with the woman that was capable of giving him back life after a cancer.

A cancer that started when he met Dolores* and that was able to darken his heart, but was unable of killing it. Doctors questioned the knowledge that they acquired at their universities, "heart cancer" seemed something inexplicable, something imaginary and impossible to witness in this dimension (the dimension in which us, humans, recognise ourselves as humans instead of seeing ourselves like clowns that are happy to live).

* Dolores, in Spanish, means: Pains.