Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Not a common day, not in a common way.

Not a common day, not at all, a lot of people is in the street and the traffic is beyond normality. What was to supposed to be regular trip became an odyssey. The man inside the grey car patiently waits for the right time to make a call. He doesn’t know how but it’s time, just the exact one, when the traffic became just insane. He took his handsfree and dial.

After a few minutes of what seemed a regular talk, the theme was moved into something meaningful, the voice on the other side of the line got wet and that was moving. The moment was the right one to take out all that what’s deep inside of the two minds and hearts, some moments of joy and some moments of sorrow and fear. The words won’t be able to say everything that each one wanted it to tell, but somehow, in not a common way, the words said were enough to know the worry.

They say that the man inside the car is stone-hearted that nothing can move it. He used to believe it but now he wonders how can he be able to release that pressure, that things that can not be described, but that is pushing in his eyes and chest. Minutes and miles passed the call is over and the destination is reached. Now He just can pray for help, how reliving feels to say what’s inside.

1 comment:

Lu Ann said...

I understand it... not made of stone, that I certainly knew since the first time I talkd to you... I can see it in your eyes every time I look at you.
Such relief to say what scares us to death and knowing that the voice on the other side of the phone will listen, even if everything else fails, he will listen. That´s reason enough as to breathe and speak your mind out, that´s enough as to take courage and talk.
Thank you for listening.

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