Childhood dreams

And dreams do not respect ages


Semillas Carretera Arequipa a Puno, Puno, Perú
Seeds          Highway Arequipa to Puno, Puno, Perú

They both sat down, together, on a sofa in the parlour, each was dressed in a warm robe and slippers. Still smiling, Felipe got up and left the room. He came back carrying a silver tray with a bottle of wine and a platter with an assortment of cheeses. As he poured the wine, he discreetly asked:

“You seem to be somewhere else, my dear. Would you care to trade a cup of wine for your thoughts?”

The pianist smiled faintly, as she received the wine…


Paisaje de puna Carretera Arequipa a Puno, Puno, Perú
Paisaje de puna           Highway Arequipa to Puno, Puno, Perú

“Thank you, Felipe, you’re always such a perfect gentleman. You know, when I was a little girl, I wanted to be a poet.” When she saw the surprise show on her husband’s face, she couldn’t help but laugh merrily, recovering her normal happy mood.

“I wanted to write all these beautiful poems, about the world and life. You never imagined these little details about my childhood ambitions, am I right?”, she commented in a dreamy voice that told how far away her mind was at the moment, reliving her feelings at the time.

La siembra Carretera de Arequipa a Puno, Puno, Perú
La siembra           Highway  Arequipa to Puno, Puno, Perú

The magistrate listened to his wife, interest and his love reflected in his eyes. Surely, there were so many things he didn’t know about her wife. As it happened, the more he learned about her, the more there was, just waiting to be discovered in that fascinating woman.

“However, it was Destiny, who finally decided for me, for at the moment, I was too young yet, for those kinds of important decisions. It may be that dreams aren’t limited by your age, but some life decisions, do have their proper moment. Besides, I was even younger then Cipriano when I began to play the piano. I was just barely four years old. Imagine that, four years old… Would you believe that I still couldn’t properly pronounce the letter “r”, but, oh yes! I definitely played the C Major scale, up and down, as if I had done that for years!

Don Felipe gently patted her hand with affection, as she continued:

“Surprisingly, even before I knew how to read and write, I could already read the notes in a music score, perfectly. When I finally did learn to read and write properly, it came bundled together with a total fascination for reading. Even today, it captivates me, still! You well know, how I dedicate any spare time I have to reading some book,” she affirmed with a nostalgic smile, the same that curiously would appear so many years after on the face of her great granddaughter, that so resembled her own…

 

Lagunillas Carretera Arequipa a Puno, Puno, Perú
Lagunillas           Highway Arequipa to Puno, Puno, Perú

 

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