A Different Valentine's
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- by Adrien-Ethos
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Yesterday, I had a different St. Valentine’s Day. I went on a dinner/ movie date with my daughter. She made me tie a light blue ribbon on her head, with her dirty blonde curls cascading down her back. She said that blue is the color of love. When I asked her why did she say that, she answered me that the sky was blue, and God lives there, and since God is Love, then it had to be true. She’s right.
We went to see “Hotel for Dogs”, a very nice, family-oriented film, in which two siblings rescue homeless dogs. It was very nice. I really liked it. Thank God Amy is not too much of a dog girl, so she was not insisting for a dog, like the rest of the kids in the theater. To our surprise, as we were leaving the movies, we stumbled upon Mrs. Parisi, who was also watching a movie. Actually, Amy spotted her, and literally ran towards her, something kind of unusual, but understandable, since Amy is very close to her teacher. After a short conversation, Amy ended up inviting Mrs. Parisi to have dinner with us. She accepted, hesitantly. She was alone, and it was St. Valentine’s; it was not a day to be alone.
We went to Chilli’s, which was full. But we were able to get a table rather quickly. We had a nice conversation. It still felt odd; Mrs. Parisi is Amy’s teacher, and I don’t know if it was right to invite her. But it was nice having her around. Just like in the classroom, she is very charming, and smart. We spoke about the economy, children, college, foreign countries, and current affairs. She asked me about how things were going with Ella, and I gave her an update. She told me Ella told her once about what was going on, but that she thought that it was not as bad as it actually was. She understood what we’re going through because she had gone through a divorce herself, two years ago. Irreconcilable differences, she said. That explained why was she sitting in front of me.
After dinner, Amy and I walked Mrs. Parisi (whose name is Alejandra, by the way) to her car. When we arrived home, Amy was already sleeping. After I took her to her bed, I just sat down, letting the silence fill my dwelling. I took my laptop, and I just started writing; nonsense at the beginning, but it later took the form of a poem. A poem dedicated to the person whose ears had deafened to my declamation of love. To share it with you, it goes like this:
Déjame llevarte de la mano
Hasta mi rincón añorado,
Para danzar a tu alrededor
Evocando un rito de amor.
Déjame hechizarte con mis labios
Y hacer de mis altos tus bajos,
Te cantaré con alegría,
Para encender la noche fría.
Déjame besarte tiernamente
Para que puedas sentir claramente,
Las estrellas centellearán sus votos
Y la Luna se enamorará de nosotros.
Déjame guiarte a la alborada
Luego de perderte en mi mirada,
Para aprovecharnos del momento
Y dejar que nos acaricie el viento.
Déjame mecer tus cimientos
Y capturar en una botella tu aliento,
Para usarlo cuando me falte la vida
Si alguna vez he de sufrir tu partida.
Déjame detener este instante
Para demostrarte que es importante
Abonar con pasión el camino
Que te convenceré de recorrer conmigo.
I’m pretty sure she won’t read these words, but writing them made me feel better. With these words in my heart, I went to sleep. Today, the beach awaits us.
We went to see “Hotel for Dogs”, a very nice, family-oriented film, in which two siblings rescue homeless dogs. It was very nice. I really liked it. Thank God Amy is not too much of a dog girl, so she was not insisting for a dog, like the rest of the kids in the theater. To our surprise, as we were leaving the movies, we stumbled upon Mrs. Parisi, who was also watching a movie. Actually, Amy spotted her, and literally ran towards her, something kind of unusual, but understandable, since Amy is very close to her teacher. After a short conversation, Amy ended up inviting Mrs. Parisi to have dinner with us. She accepted, hesitantly. She was alone, and it was St. Valentine’s; it was not a day to be alone.
We went to Chilli’s, which was full. But we were able to get a table rather quickly. We had a nice conversation. It still felt odd; Mrs. Parisi is Amy’s teacher, and I don’t know if it was right to invite her. But it was nice having her around. Just like in the classroom, she is very charming, and smart. We spoke about the economy, children, college, foreign countries, and current affairs. She asked me about how things were going with Ella, and I gave her an update. She told me Ella told her once about what was going on, but that she thought that it was not as bad as it actually was. She understood what we’re going through because she had gone through a divorce herself, two years ago. Irreconcilable differences, she said. That explained why was she sitting in front of me.
After dinner, Amy and I walked Mrs. Parisi (whose name is Alejandra, by the way) to her car. When we arrived home, Amy was already sleeping. After I took her to her bed, I just sat down, letting the silence fill my dwelling. I took my laptop, and I just started writing; nonsense at the beginning, but it later took the form of a poem. A poem dedicated to the person whose ears had deafened to my declamation of love. To share it with you, it goes like this:
Déjame llevarte de la mano
Hasta mi rincón añorado,
Para danzar a tu alrededor
Evocando un rito de amor.
Déjame hechizarte con mis labios
Y hacer de mis altos tus bajos,
Te cantaré con alegría,
Para encender la noche fría.
Déjame besarte tiernamente
Para que puedas sentir claramente,
Las estrellas centellearán sus votos
Y la Luna se enamorará de nosotros.
Déjame guiarte a la alborada
Luego de perderte en mi mirada,
Para aprovecharnos del momento
Y dejar que nos acaricie el viento.
Déjame mecer tus cimientos
Y capturar en una botella tu aliento,
Para usarlo cuando me falte la vida
Si alguna vez he de sufrir tu partida.
Déjame detener este instante
Para demostrarte que es importante
Abonar con pasión el camino
Que te convenceré de recorrer conmigo.
I’m pretty sure she won’t read these words, but writing them made me feel better. With these words in my heart, I went to sleep. Today, the beach awaits us.