Queens and one gentleman

Certain day I met Ian, my London friend. Ian wanted to try the new version of MSN Messenger, so he invited me to play checkers. It was a very exciting game, full of intelligent and surprising moves. Yes. The result of the game: he had four Queens and me, three. And it seemed that the game would not finish.

Ian, as a gentleman, asked me: "Would you like to call it a draw?" I said no - he had more Queens than me, therefore he had won. Ian disagreed with me and asserted that I had won. So what did the gallant Englishman do straight away? He just created opportunities so that I could destroy his Queens...oh, there are still gentlemen like the ones that existed before.

But the most interesting thing happened after the game. He said: "I used to play most nights with my Dad". Me: "I see...me too! He always won!" Ian:"Guess what? My Dad did too..." Me: "We were just children!" Ian: "Small brains. Well, that was my excuse..." Me: "Mine too..."

It gave me a nostalgic sensation. I still remember certain day when me and my father were sitting over my parents' bed, playing checkers. Of course my dad created some moves and I lost many pawns, and I got very angry because I did not know how to predict his moves! Unfortunately, nowadays Ian don't have his dad to play with him, contrary to me. But he still hold on to great memories, just as myself. This is the best part of life! :)

Ian, I loved playing with you! You're a cute and gentle friend, and a very special person :)

Sinesthesic effect

__ Your name smell like chocolate.

__What?

__ Your name smell like chocolate.

He did not understand anything and she got ashamed. Since we met, she always said strange sentences like that: "Your voice is light green and has orange little lines" or "This ice cream taste of the sound of bells of an old cathedral". At first he thought her behaviour was strange, later he decided not to mind about it because he liked her a lot, but the things became worse, until the moment she said his kiss smelt like cheap soap powder.

__What?! Cheap soap powder??

He was very offended, but he did not know that she loved the smell of cheap soap powder. She loved this scent because it reminded her childhood, when she used to go to her grandad house to vacation. But he did not let her explain and went away feeling sulky, and he seemed fool like a little child. He said to himself that would forget her anyway, even if he had to eat soap powder. "What am I saying, my God? Has this woman made me turn in crazy?"

The days went away and one month after the break he missed those nonsense sentences. He went to the ice cream shop and ate the same ice cream they ate before. And he thought it tasted of sound of bells of an old cathedral. He repeated his own name many and many times until he felt the smell of chocolate in each phoneme. He talked to himself and proved that his voice was really light green. And it had orange little lines. So he realized that he liked her much more than he could guess before.

__ I think the same - he said, holding on stole little flowers.

__ The same what?

__ My name is green.

__ Light-green?

__ With orange little lines.

__ And do you also think your kiss smell like cheap soap powder?

__ Just you can answer this question. For me, your kiss has the sound of a stream.

__ Do you want to prove?

__ Just if you answer me...

__ Whatever question.

__ Do you really like the scent of cheap soap powder?

__ I love it. And do you like the sound of a stream?

__ You know so...

A sound of stream that smelt like cheap soap powder made the reconciliaton. So when she explained him that she was a sinesthesic person and therefore she mixed the senses - and this caractheristic is genetic - he said he wanted to have children whose names smelt like rain and tasted of mint candy, and they all would be sinesthesic, like the mother.

The fantastic world of Priscila – vol. V

When I was two years, me and my family moved to another house. My father’s books were still scattered in the veranda, so certain day, when I was wearing just little Bermuda shorts, socks and orthopaedic boot (did you also wear it??), I tried to sit down over a pile of books. I leaned myself over the pile and was sitting like a blasé person. My mom saw me and tried to pick on me by saying: "Priscila, Priscila…if your dad see that you’re sitting over his books…” Well, if my dad saw me, he would probably consider funny the scene. I suppose I was sure about this at that moment, seeing that I did not stand up and just answered, without looking at my mom:

__Yes, beautiful woman? What I want is some water…

(The title of this serie is a tribute to the animated cartoon The fantastic world of Bob, but I have doubts if Bob gave so enigmatic answer some day).

Brilliant youth

__She's graciously confident. She's not arrogant, but confident, and it makes me feel really enchanted. When we began talking, I was afraid of she could think I'm mediocre. Can you imagine? Me! I was afraid of somebody could think I'm mediocre! But I need to confess that I have never met somebody like she: young and intelligent. She is brilliant, she has many dreams and ideas and ideals and no one of them look like they are inaccessible to her. And she knows that.

__ Is she a prodigious lady, then?

__Exactly! As I said to you, I was afraid of she could despise me. For so long time I have been thinking I was inferior to everybody, I have forgotten myself and my talents, so I was afraid of her contempt. I was very surprised when I realized that this young and secure lady realized my talents and cumplimented me on them! Can you understand? I met somebody that gaves me back my own confidence! I feel like I were an old and decadent painter that met a brillant and talented apprentice and starts rememebering his own talent and realize how many amazing piecemasters he can produce yet. If this lady did not safe my life, at least she restored my love for live. She's completely secure, it's an amazingly beautiful thing; she still does not know what she wants to reach, but she knows she can reach whatever she wants.

__Are you in love, then?

__Oh no! She's very young. She's brillant, strong, secure and determinated. But she's very young. And apart from it, I know, we know...I akready have my partner.

__So...

__This is not dangerous at all! - he said, beating on his follow shoulder; laughs full of cumplicity finished the conversation.

(Inspired by The Red and the Black, a Stendhal book)