P&M 12. Sunday came in a soft and lush morning glory of various shades of green and blue. In the forest the fog circulated stirring itself around the trees, as each car approached it sheltered spot under the leafy tall trees. This was the usual place the wooded área the Leandros had chosen for their outdoor excursions year after year. One, two, three arrived the masserattis. There a little lagoon bloom with a lot to fish. Peet at the driver’s seat said at the turn of the key. Already, everybody safe now take care of me. – Paulina jumped out of the car and broke to run like a dove in flight and departed as to never come back. Lili was not to move from her seat until Marcos turned to assist and opened the door for her. Leaving her uncomfortable and ignored Lilly could never be. Somebody would have to look and appreciate her long and beautiful legs. Aleandro had the party early with all repaired to make this occasion a wonderful picnic. For Don Ignacio it was important that all her daughters were together when they came to the Vineland. The place, i thought it lent itself to some “problems”. (cont..)
Cuando yo apenas era una ameba se me ocurrió hacerme una limonada refrescante para aplacar la sed que tenia en el verano del ’69. Era yo de apenas 18 años de edad el día que me puse a escribir “Paulina y Mauricio”. NO ERA LA PRIMERA VEZ QUE CREABA YO UNA HISTORIA,, PERO SI ES LA UNICA ESCRITA QUE AUN GUARDO CONMIGO. Los textos que hoy paso a compartir datan de muchos años atrás. Así es que al leerlo nuevamente suene a viejo. Pero, que va, cuando lo escribí lo hice para entretener y nada mas. Bueno, que se entretengan y rían; y ojala les guste.
When I was barely an amoeba suffering from the unremediable summer blues of a teenager who could not go out with the others because of irritable bowel syndrome; it ocurred to me to make me a lemonade to quench the thirst and to make me happy, to write a story of love and candor that summer of 1968. I was in my teens the day I began to write the tales and adventures of Paulina and Mauricio. Two youngsters also in love, and suffering from the unremediable summer blues. Paulina and Mauricio shined in my mind like two tinny stars in the cosmos and coming towards me at an astronomical speed. These two stars, my friends, had found their destination and they were coming towards me whether I liked it or not! I cannot point out when they finally dropped on my lap. All I know is as soon as they arrived I felt full of joy. No more blues. IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME I WAS CREATING A STORY; BUT IT WAS THE FIRST TIME I ATTEMPTED TO WRITE IT DOWN IN PENCIL AND PAPER TO SAVE IT. One day, when the ‘others’ have come home from a delightful day out on the beach they wanted to know what I was doing home all day. “Oh, I see they said, you are writing a story.” And that’s how it all started. My “fan club”, that is.