Fixing Fenders and Broken Hearts
The latero made a good job out of it. The fender brought back to its ideal form, the lights replaced, the paint fresh and clean. The car was rejuvenated, and, although it was a poor man’s ride, i felt like the proudest poor man indeed.
I guess I felt suddenly attached to my weakness, the beauty and power of it. The undying flames of juvenile intimacy, the longing embrace of commitment, the sweet dreams of a happy future full of warmth and sunshine; an assurance that the rainy days would be just as warm and lovely.
The car was ok and so was my heart. Not that there is any real connection behind them. I just found out that everything could be so connected and yet at the same time nothing, absolutely nothing, means anything to something whatsoever. The world did and did not run at the same time on logic and wisdom and infinite design. It was full of contradictions and these contradictions have given birth to love.
Kundera said that ‘metaphors should not be trifled with.’ I have, and it has given birth to that magic feeling. I am so delighted. Now, I could speed up along any avenues just as my heart could race to meet you at the road’s end. At the end of that long road we would end up kissing, loving each other.
