I walk through the city on one of my traditional evening streets. Between days of rain and bad weather, the sky seems to provide respite. The sun returns to the morning, giving the night an intense bluefloating whiteness of some clouds.
I walk along the river and at the end I reach the landing area under the Triana Bridge. Along the way, the changing sky has a flaming dragon that heralds the transition between day, which is content, and night, which is surrounded by points.
Check it out immediately feeling at one of the borders and watching the people who drove past me. Tourists taking pictures in the last hours of the sun, runners crossing between travelers, people passing all kinds of pears or young people improvising on a picnic.
And in the midst of all this paisanaje, a pair of teenagers who hear in a more discreet circle catch my attention. It probably won’t exceed the tenseis years.
They are caramelized, as many joints as a chrysalis with a heart. If besaban, I will say it with numbness, only the first love is lost among these smiles.
In his eyes shone the unbroken illusion of one who longed for the honey of feeling loved for the first time. I watched myself so as not to appear indiscreet, although I did not want to lose any detail of the print, which I found amusing and nostalgic at the same time.
The scene inevitably led me to think about first forays into love. How this feeling is so universal, so present human history from which the human being has self-awarenessit changes over the years and takes on other things, other forms, as we go through the springs according to the calendar.
It is adolescent love, childlike and visceral, in which in each case we discover what it means to love another person. Let’s learn about this capricious game, learn about mistakes and celebrate some success.
These first steps, sometimes uncertain, gradually shape us into the person we will be when we find maturity.
Then, in some cases, write notes. Let’s learn too the pain of lossa march we believe is essential.
Sometimes life gives us sweet moments. The first beso, the first connection of hearts, the first trips, the first joint projects.
Over time, we pass to the simple levels of cinema and refreshments and enter into more comprehensive decisions. With some sadness, love becomes a big project, like sharing a house, starting a family, or ending two life-long paths for good.
It’s growing emotional implications as well as emotional responsibility. And when you see her again, love turns into a habit of care and care. This is the moment when you cannot make a false promise at all, because in all cases you have met.
An old friend once told me that a human being’s capacity to love is infinite, that a person can be loved with the same intensity as a person. Quiz tenga razón.
Every new person who comes into our lives draws inspiration from the feeling of the outside, from that first moment. And without an embargo, it will always be remembered I opened everyone else’s door for the first time.
As I contemplated those teenagers on the boardwalk, I confess I felt a certain healthy envy. If you love it, it will last for weeks, years or a lifetime.
The truth is, no matter what happens, I will always remember the first time I arrived at the river. And in any case, it will accompany you all the time.
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