jueves, 25 de febrero de 2016

Let It Happen


Earning money, growing a garden, hugging people for less than five seconds.
 Sarah, this awesome girl that changed my world, has been working on a new project lately. She calls it Her Life. I have tried to understand it several times, but whenever she explains what does Her Life consist on, I can't stand the amount of scientifically cold-hearted phrases going out of her mouth without passing out.
Earning money, growing a garden, hugging people for less than five seconds.
Being productive, raising children, having some laughs, crying.
 Once, as we were stepping out of a bus, she started running in circles around a tree.  Sarah did not give me an explanation for that, but I guess it had something to do with her plan. Maybe it was a way of expressing something to the world so we could understand her project. I still couldn't, though.
Earning money, growing a garden, hugging people for less than five seconds.
Being productive, raising children, having some laughs, crying.
Sunday mornings, monday afternoons.
 In another occasion, Sarah started screaming in a middle of a puppets show. Some people from the upper rows thought that she was part of the show and started laughing like they had never before. But even if she was acting, she wasn't a member of the cast.
Earning money, growing a garden, hugging people for less than five seconds.
Being productive, raising children, having some laughs, crying.
Sunday mornings, monday afternoons.
Calling your puppet Max.
 My favourite anecdote involving Sarah happened on past year's February. We had a dinner at her house to celebrate something I didn't care much about, when she decided that it was a good moment to break up with her boyfriend, and start a food war, at the same time. I won't ever forget how much fun we had that night throwing food one another.
Earning money, growing a garden, hugging people for less than five seconds.
Being productive, raising children, having some laughs, crying. 
Sunday mornings, monday afternoons. 
Calling your puppet Max.
Let it happen. 
The last time I met her, I asked her to explain me her plan one last time. She didn't even try. She looked at my eyes, put her hand over my shoulder and said: I would do it all again.