Episode 28

The lights are off and the streets are deserted, as there is a breakdown in the urbanization. Homes and apartments with inverters have only half of the light bulbs on. Not knowing what time the electricity will be repaired, they prefer not to waste the inverter's energy. Silence reigns in our house. Sitting on the veranda, I look at my mother's garden, which has bloomed this morning. Fill the place with fascinating color and smells. Sets of roses rise up against each other as if it were a competition from height. In the gallery we have a lamp that adorns the ceiling, perhaps not as large as the ones in the living room, but Yes just enough to stand out. I have my cell phone in my hand, eager to hear from a man who hasn't bothered to contact me. It's been five days since ended our adventure. Every day I feel worse, even when I drink my coffee I wait for him to go down the stairs and come to the kitchen with his almost blond hair disheveled, a sweatshirt that adorns his legs and a flan