The eyes of the victim and the executioner.
Today I wanted to bring you to the shade of these trees, away from the prying eyes of other residents and their families. You are lucky you know, because you are one of the few who receives visits on weekends.
Do you remember when we got married under that storm? No? Do you remember that you told me that from then on I would have to listen to everything? No, don't you remember, my José? It was when it was raining heavily in Spain and the misery of the war trickled down the rooftops along with the downpours.
Do you remember that you put the bar, and you came at three in the morning to lie down with shoes and everything next to me and I would get up to heat water and wet a cloth to wash your feet? Don't you remember that either? No? Sure, you were quickly given up.
Do you remember that once a week, without further courtship, without a single caress, you would wake me up before going to the bar, very early in the morning and pronounce that order like a sergeant? Put! And I would put on. Don't you, my king, you really don't remember?
And the children with shabby shoes and I in an anthological dress, bought in installments before the previous one was going to leave me completely naked. You will remember that, right? Do you remember the day you pushed me, with such a bad leg, that my head hit the latch of the window, and they had to sew the skin of my skull as if it were a patch? Have you forgotten about that too?
Then the years put their foot on the accelerator and the children came, and then the grandchildren did not stop arriving, and now we have an important heritage and a large family. I have to admit that you have left the days and months of your life in that bar. Until one night you left the key in the lock and started to hesitate where you were going and another morning you didn't know where the bar was, or who is a one of the waiters was.
So our children got together and decided that where you are, you will be better and more cared for, and they will keep you clean, fed and safe. I come to see you on weekends, and now you don't scold me for any reason. I see you helpless and confused, you don't even know who I am, nor do I think you know who you are.
Now I know that the lack of love, fear and selfishness have taken away your memory, I know that the contempt for others has taken its toll on you and living thinking only of you has warmed your head, that's why I have come today to say face to face, and although you do not understand it, or remember anything, I have also come to tell you that I never went over to your side, to that of the selfish and scoundrels and perhaps that is why I remember everything, so clearly.
