Malu
It’s the second week of January. Summer is at its highest, bringing hot mornings and sunny sea afternoons. Except for me. I’ve been home most days. I’ve decided to take a couple of days to rest. My body is tired and sore after so many hours closed inside my atelier. Now that everything’s ready for the exhibition, I can afford to do that, as I usually tell everybody. But, in fact, I couldn’t paint even if I wanted to. My joints are sore, and my fingers get all stiff sometimes. All my body is asking from me is some time in bed and that’s what I’ve been giving it in return.
Today is Monday. I haven’t seen anyone in days. Rafa has called me last week to ask about me, but he hasn’t shown up. And I’m not willing to rationalize things either. My body wants, or even better, demands resting
