Dani, man. Dear Dani. My Dani: You know me, I am not of many words if not needed, moreover, always try to escape with a joke when things get serious, but today I would like to confess something you should know:
Dani, you hatred.
Before I throw a chair at the head or it becomes a bad copy of "War of the Roses' (anything is better than seeing a shadow of disappointment over your laughter in two) jame explain.
few years ago I was a quiet guy began to emerge as a comic, nothing special si really think about it. Her clear and neat things my way, I've never been too ambitious, it is true that I spent some hard times on and off the stage but, damn, I liked my life.
Then you came with your air clueless and that smile fool you chills if your heart would not you poke in the eye from the first hello, and filled every corner of my house with your presence with the low sound of your voice.
At first I did not realize, but soon I noticed that you, Daniel Matthew, you expand the world as the sages say and fools that expands the universe slowly, almost blindly, leaving a trail of small as part & iacute; particles light behind you, like Tom Thumb traced a path of bread crumbs so as not to miss home. On your way, the air becomes warmer, the lungs are enlarged and a shot of energy the batteries charge you even if your will to live are a minimum. And I keep
addictive that trail leads me to you, I can not help it.
I'm fucked up, Dani. Very fucked up.
one morning I started to worry, still immersed in the fog of sleep. The sun woke me among rumpled sheets and plush handcuffs still hanging blaugrana color of my wrist. That did not seem a bed, but the despeyes of a battlefield. He was alone. still was not sure to be back to reality (with a picture and who else would?) Where your deep voice surprised me, whispering from the kitchen with a clatter of dishes. Were singing (singing!) A song that I knew at that time identified.
Very slowly, I got closer to you guided by the rough tune, like you're a merman anyone seeking my destruction. And what if you found it. I had to sit on a stool with my lips forming an 'o' capitalized to see you half naked in front of me, swaying her hips to the beat of your own melody & iacu, There will be some asshole in the audience ready to bust the sketch? "Want to leave you a fool?, Or, worse, if they will laugh at you and not with you ... that is the great fear of the comic, our sword of Damocles: the thin lí red line of humiliation. But you have the generous heart of the clown and crosses the line with amazing dignity hop ale! Even harder! Like a tightrope of humor always on edge, you make fun of yourself and win the game: the audience laughs ... and I, hidden behind the tel & oacutee, n, I swallow my nerves and I join the chorus of applause to break my hands.
why I hate you, Dani.
And because I open my arms and you give yourself away at close range, not keep you nothing, asking nothing. Just jump into the void with a torn parachute and the blind hope that this time I'll be the other side to pick. You throw it to me smiling like a child playing to fly, forgetting all the times when others have left you chrism parties on the ground, with the same excitement of testing their wings for the first time. And I hope you down, of course, maldiciéndote an idiot when I go back and forth struggling to reach you before
0 comments:
Post a Comment