That evening, Gaston gave back to the statue of Felipe III.
Facing the arches of the Plaza Mayor, to compromise with his imperturbable eye makeup camouflaged in the laborious, proclaiming him as one of the best human statues in the city of Madrid.
The afternoon session had started, nothing could distract you, your muscles must remain loose, abandoned the passage of minutes, motionless. To avoid distractions that disturb their concentration used (for that was the advice he received from the legendary Marcel Marceau) to fix their attention on a large group of people who remained seated in their vicinity, so that capturing conversations and stopping at each physical jugase one to guess his personality.
this afternoon that group of people, it seemed as good as any to drink those minutes, interrupted only occasionally by the sound of coins hitting inside the metal container.
The first that caught his attention was a strong man and flat, the kind that inhabit the capital, caught the attention of the rest, you could tell he loved him, someone called "maragato" . The care of stillness, thought that this could not be his name, but defined to perfection his noble spirit and spontaneous.
Beside him, a young black curly hair, laughing with ease and freshness. For a moment he betrayed his Catalan accent, that which is washed by the Sea Serrat and floods all around the spark salt waters.
front of them, participating and adding his charm, a beautiful woman, sometimes hiding what they were beautiful eyes behind some dark sunglasses, Celia, so it was called, was elected in silence, from Alma, Reason and Ella.
Talks stalled crossing and pantomime (Buenos Aires district of birth), we were happy to discover a friendly voice, the sweetness of a melody neighbor, the tone out of a southern heart.
A hair blonde, Vivian, and heard a knock at the vortex of golden fringe, a newcomer from the other side of Mar del Plata.
detected the presence of a handsome, curious observer of reality, of which he was part. Paused, measuring his few interventions. Smile shy but naughty, that is they are fans of a second division team, when they remove one of the first, although he does not like football. I thought I heard someone call Luis.
He called attention hyperactivity of a big man who stood up and resolved, ordered and suggested, it seems that was the boss, the inventor of the meeting, the manager that permanent smile and soft hand counted and counted and kept saying ... And what I tell you?
The master of mime, was locked in time, the human tide almost trampling their feet stuck in the cobblestones of the square.
caught a mild voice, light and fresh, as if from a small bottle of cologne. It looked like a girl, but she refused. Sure behind those lenses guess people people, was still that they called the Girl with the Brunettes.
Arrolladora was a woman, carefree, loving and close, with his plaid shirt jeans out of his jeans denim shirt color. Yes! Much Texan as befits a woman who answered to two names Ana and Medea ... Medea and Ana
Her boyfriend, a man named Manu (the damned handsome) man whispering to the horses, active, helpful, talkative without end, sure bed and tucked them all.
mime the motion not in his office learned that "The work of art is the human subject" thought that this could be applied to a mischievous-looking woman, intelligent smile and quip, hair guy or woman with hair short, whatever you want and you thought you could learn many things, Natali assumed that was his name ... but now was what he was.
breathed softly, barely a nod to rebuild the quiet of his impenetrable face, stared at serene-looking woman, the observer, as the audience he needed, able to see in bottom of things and sensitive to any form of poetry, such as your name, Guadalupe, celebrated as the place was called Indian before "the island of beautiful and restful waters," so it seemed.
followed with particular random order and hit a fresh face, clean and bright as olive oil, curious, wasting sympathy and affection, like a queen Andalusian a throne made of letters, full stops and commas. Lips of white stars of San ... to name
indifferent to the cold and melancholy, the living statue was running out of time and energy. A new component of the varied and intimate group caused a slight smile. That gray conceited, gesturing hovering between stars, queens, princesses, kids from the movie and fictional heroes. Adolfo Dominguez advanced student in the amount of fine wrinkles that exhibited in his tan suit, but audience after all. And him, that of the frozen gesture, he knew that no audience was a nobody.
Dedicated to: Cristina, Jose Ignacio and Ferran, who have not left in the photo, but they were ... Clear that they were!
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