There are jacarandas in bloom, and the most sensitive ones notice them. Jacarandas distract us from protocol discussions, daily hassles, debts, and worries. The historian does not know when the jacarandas bloomed, but to the naked eye they are blooming now, and this applies to the material of the article, which was done on a free and natural show, not on any one or any subject, right? there: the jacaranda that shimmers and immerses us for a few minutes. Others prefer to admire sparrows, inspect palm trees, look at cars or count motorcycles. Lose yourself in your cell phone on the street too. But if you’re a fan of jacarandas, your spirits rise and you can even tap into a lyrical thought, even if it’s cliché, clumsy, or out of date. There is a jacaranda with a cubist profession next to a Picasso statue in my city, and there is another near a monument to General Torrijos who has become rebellious and liberal. In the world of the jacarandas, men thrive, and the jacarandas who write in jacaranda newspapers dedicate journalism articles to them. A lady in a miniskirt passes by and our eyes are already straying from the jacarandas, but we were able to see five more on our morning walk. Jacarandas, no ladies.
We’re not doing a jacaranda tree count, at least not exhaustively, but keeping a mental note of where they are. The color of jacaranda oscillates between blue and purple and contrasts with the colors of the clouds and sky, which is still spring at this time and is not affected by any heat. Now, sometimes a poem about those trees on the sidewalk leaving a tapestry for us to pass by, like a movie star stepping on a red carpet, would work—but I don’t know any poetry. But our film is to spend the day in peace. Although jacarandas are jacaranda trees in some Latin American countries, they are called gualandays, which makes us look more prosaic. Its wood smells great, but we couldn’t confirm that. We are more than just admirers with the naked eye.