Before the polls engulfed everything like an icy and unjust ocean, the tragedies unconfirmed, the deals, the betrayals, the greed, and the truth overwhelm desire and sometimes reason (as they always do), it was as it always was. , take a look in the rear view mirror. Maybe you were given to see the child you once were, to hold his hand, and to experience the beginning of a summer again, as in that poem.
Children always know some things. One of them is that the sea belongs to them from late June to early September and they have a recreation of close to a hundred bottoms to try to get it into a hole in the sand with the help of a bucket. The essential tools of happiness are easy to reach, never too far from hand.
The beginning of summer is always a promise of happiness. “A summer was at the center of our lives,” says Antonio Soler at the beginning of his novel “El camino de los ingleses”, and then continues: “The days fell upon us like tired trees”. And it is, just like that. From now until September the days will fall like tired trees, like stones in the water, like that sleepy light at sunset. And then everything will be a memory.
I dreamed of a summer, at the beginning of summer, a summer. It was one of those heavy days that looked like it was going to shore on a long road of white sand. One of those summers that looks like a bull lying on a plain, a dog in the shade of a well, a vase with daisies. A bronze summer with the sound of the cistern. It’s a summer like this, beginning with the first day of school when my mom took my hand to buy canvas shoes and retires her brown “gorillas” for the winter. One of those light-sweet summers with the first figs. Arithmetic with chalk on the board A summer that starts with the silence of the walrus, and is broken with the end. It was for San Juan and the temperature was breathtaking. The solstice brought the immortality of the afternoons and the end of the lessons. The cool touch of marble in the back, the serene shadow of the portal, the days of games, laughter, bare feet, friends, the importance of things unseen but still building us.
If you have not dreamed of such a summer, then at least remember it. At the center of your life, you already know, there is a summer. Maybe this is it. Watch your arrival.