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A Story without Name
Today it is the first day of January, 2007. It has almost being more than 15 years since I started writing my small and boring stories. Almost like this one, stories that have neither definite title, nor a message or sense. Probably only the sense that gives to them who ever read them. Often, I begin to write in an old notebook that has already too many years on it, but remains the same one as the day in which I saw it in a shop window in a small town shop. I do not remember the name of that town; it has being long since I erased it from my mind and of my heart.
At that time I was walking around during a vacation, and I saw a small shop like those you will see in any place where the middle class homes and shops abounds. I stood opposite to that showcase and saw myself reflected on its misted and dusty crystal. I saw myself as 15 years old again. I smiled to myself. The image that was returned to me had a juvenile smile, and it was the same I used to have, with few deep dimples on my face I’d forgotten I had. I looked then at my legs and my hands and they were almost the same as those I have now, but in the image on that crystal show case they seemed to narrow and my eyes and glance seemed innocent and brighter somehow…
I then turned where my eyes indicated me, and I saw a blue notebook with a few small designs on its front page. I said to myself that I should buy it and keep it always with me. This was a way of having always with me the recollection of the image of myself brought back to me by the window showcase in the small shop of that humble town…