If someone had been able to see them, he would surely have mistaken them for a pair of chubby and smiling children, always serene, cheerful, and playful, and perhaps even a little naughty; and with an inexhaustible fancy to have fun and raise everyone’s spirit and morale. Gelindo and Florindo were a steady couple, up there in the school corridors, even though some of their similar passing by joined them occasionally.
I said if anyone had been able to see them because no one could. And not even hear them, other than perceive their presence at most. Gelindo, for example, had the habit of continually playing the harp night and day non-stop, without thinking about it, like the way I breathe. It was his way of being, matured in goodness knows how many years; a bit like when I distractedly play
