Para después bailar hasta el amanecer

y llegar tres dias después a tu casa sin voz con una sonrisa de oreja a oreja.

The first three days were like hell. Fever, alternating states of extreme coldness and warmth, generalized pain and swelling and worst of all, toothache. If I had at hand a forceps I'd disposed of half of my tooth just to make it go away. (yes, I do have a set of dentistry tools in the shack but the weather wasn't encouraging me to leave my home. No, sadly I don't have the x-ray head nor the chair. I could certainly make a good use of a dentist chair, they are really comfy.). I even had to sleep with socks and long sleeved shirts (normally, in winters like this, I sleep with no additional clothes and a quarter window opened).

The idea of spending several days doing nothing wasn't very appealing so I thought "If I'm going to be quiet doing nothing I'd better read so it's not lost time.". Well, moving was hard and trying to focus my sight on some books made me feel really odd so I strapped a wireless mouse to my chest, put a lot of blankets and the laptop on top to hold everything together. From time to time I passed out but I managed to read quite a lot, still can't make heads or tails out of some topics but it's better than nothing.

On the second day of this I gave up and it was a good move. The toothache made eating everything but liquids barely impossible and I felt weak, let alone in mood for studying.

The following days I slept in average 16 hours a day, somedays in a continuous chunk, others 8~9 and several naps. It was weird but ignoring the pain and dizziness I'd get sinusitis again just for the side-effects regarding the sleep and the dreams I had.

First. I don't know how, but I woke up like a robot for medication before the clock rung, turned off the alarm and fell asleep again just like that. And the most important, dreams. Lots of dreams, strange, livid and I remembered almost each and every one, I just wished I had taken notes because now some are fading.

I dreamt a lot with tubes, vacuum tubes. Several times I dreamt that I was in what looked like a small town, humble, electronics store of the late 40's shopping for a console radio. They were amazingly real, I could touch them, feel the veneer. I think I tried every Zenith from that era. Also I dreamt that one of my cat's nest were filled with assorted tubes, I can recall seeing a 6L6G (love that bottle shape) and a pair of 807... and 'we' cuddled by the fireplace. Yes, I'm a tubehead weirdo.

Also I had a couple of lucid dreams that I'd rather not talk about but I woke with a big big smile.

Qué ganas de verla que me están dando, quizás sea porque estoy en un dia medio sensible pero me estoy acordando de las frases esas que me tocan, "un corazón no se juzga por cuánto ame, sino por cuánto uno es amado", "ahora sé que tengo un corazón, porque está roto", ...

Lo ví venir, paró justito frente a mí, siguió de largo. Un año después da marcha atrás y nuevamente abre sus puertas en mi andén. Por mas que quiera no subo. No puedo, no me animo. Un solo paso, dos palabras, me separan de la dicha mas grande. En cada despedida me muero, unos centímetros nada más hasta tu boca tan cercana, y nunca llego a ella.

En ese rato de tranquilidad y meditación me di cuenta que me dejé la mochila. Que estuve todo el día sin un cuaderno, sin pluma, ni lápiz, ni block de notas, sin cepillo de dientes, dentífrico, jabón, perfume y desodorante. Sin plata escondida, ni el teléfono de repuesto, ni la cámara de fotos, la llave allen y la 7/16 y adaptadores varios. Y me sentí como nunca desnudo.

"Hola mi nombre es Adrián, me dedico a incomodar a las personas. Podría preguntarte por qué habiendo asientos vacíos decidiste sentarte junto a mi?" Le dije.

(cri cri...)

- Me gustás cuando estás así enfermo... tenés pinta de hombre rudo, como esos de las películas viejas que mirás.

La única diferencia entre mi aspecto ahora y el de cualquier día que llegue roto por la noche es que ahora doy lástima en forma natural (bajando un poco las luces tengo cierto aire a Clint Eastwood. Con mucha imaginación). Por otra parte llegar con pinta de destruído, aunque no sea tan así, casi siempre resulta en mimitos. Así que está bien.

- Me gustabas cuando tenías el pelo un poquitín mas largo, te parecías a Jhonny Depp. Ojo! ahora también estás lindo, pero tenés un nosequé tipo Brendan Fraser. Es lindo pibe pero medio bobis, no?

ehmm... si?