Personal Stories: Nature, Love, and Unexpected Events
A Moment in Nature
I lay in a shrub heath; it was dry and still retained the warmth of the sun of that summer day. I saw the sky was satin, and a star twinkled on the same rock. The dew was falling gently, not even a breath of air was blowing. Nature seemed to me benign and kind, and I thought it loved me even though I was an outcast. If men could not expect more than insults, rejection, and resentment, I could trust with filial affection in Nature. That night, at least, I would be its guest: as my mother was, it gave me stay without charging me anything. I still had a bite of bread, the crust of a roll I had bought in a town where we had made the lunch stop, with a penny forgotten, the last money I had left. Among the bushes, I saw ripe wild raspberries, which shone like glass beads.
A Night of Love in Barcelona
Our hands touched inadvertently while we walked towards the car. The air breathed deep, fruity midnight. We showed our affection among the few pedestrians that crossed each other. A container removed an indigent who stopped to watch us, and we greeted with the petals of a song. We felt pleased and transported with the pleasure of reversing what seemed unchangeable. The Masae led Barcelona to quiet all the time. We felt the soundtrack of a movie that would have been more typical of a breach of that passion that flooded. And I thought – because at the heart of ecstasy we are still thinking if there is any appropriate music for love or just invoke when we are dominated by the loss when we return through a melody in the past. We all seemed almost as sublime as the running time of sixty to a hundred kilometers per hour, touching the thigh Masae, while the lights were leaving behind traces of tunnels.
The School Festival
June was coming, and we had prepared the annual festival […]. “We can introduce,” thought Gloria. “We are ashamed of shame.” But Mireia was so excited that we continued testing until the day that Paco chose to see all the tables and decide what would be the day of the festival. If we usually went wrong that day in front of the class, we came out worse. Mireia burst into tears of impotence while we sat on the floor. We were representing the Russian gymnasts who won all the medals. We collapsed like one of the domino chips, some over others, because Mark tripped on the mattress, and we lost our balance. The class was dying laughing, and Paco too. Jordi was afraid, but he acknowledged that it had been fatal. We went to console Mireia, who was undone.
The End of the World
One day, when we were the happiest we had ever been, we were informed that the world was about to end. It was a big upheaval because, despite warnings from various doctrines and the categorical tone of some prophecies, we were surprised. The reactions were of all kinds. Aunt Madrona, for example, started to monopolize rice and vegetables, and Mr. Andrew (second-third neighbor) killed the cat at once in the neck, saying he wanted to save him the moral suffering. I had terrible anxiety. I had to marry within two weeks (counting from the first warning of the disaster), and I realized that I would not have time for anything. These are the disadvantages of wanting to marry a great girl, too large and educated in the former ways.