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The Green Book

By Klenya M. Morales

The road was long. Maybe someone added a few inches to the last hour of the path, because it seemed eternal. Magdalene was so tired behind the wheel, trying to understand the variety of arrows in the black highway. The radio was playing music of the eighties. Just as she liked to drive. Every now and then she stared into her own eyes, reflected in the central mirror of the car. Yes, it was supposed to face the cars behind her, but hers always reflected her face. There were a lot of things that she would love to change about herself, but her deep dark eyes.

She had been on that road before, but she could never recall a moon as perfectly full as that one. The silhouettes of the things that were between her and the light were defined, almost supernatural. The sound of the air that the car left behind, matched every new mile of moonlight and shadow.

Instead of a person, on the passenger’s seat there were all sorts of books. She stared at the green one with large gold…

Las manos de mi abuelo

“Por las barbas de Mercurio, abuelito...¡Pareces un príncipe!”

No es el inicio de una frase de Robin (el de Batman), ni el parlamento de un capítulo de Heidy. De acuerdo a los registros familiares, son la reacción espontánea de una chiquitina de cuatro años, ante la visión de su abuelito perfumado, peinadito y listo para salir a un importante evento social.

El “Viejo” también conocido, entre sus discípulos como el “Maestro”, ha visto el mundo a través de sus lentes de carey, desde detrás de un torno o una fresadora, en su taller de calle Central David, durante gran parte de su vida. Ha visto crecer a David, a sus hijos, a sus cinco nietas y dos bisnietos. Ninguna de las nietas ha aprendido a soldar. Sus manos reflejan más de 50 años de sacrificio incansable y trabajo. Como ha trabajado entre cigüeñales, pistones, camisas y árboles de leva, toda su vida, palabras éstas, cuyo significado, solamente entiendo por ser la nieta de un tornero, esas manos llenas de cicatrices, grasa y asperez…