around a table
Barely forty-eight hours ago, around a weathered wooden table at Canalla Bistró, we toasted the health of one of my best friends' last chemotherapy session with a Colet Navazos. Minutes later we toast again, happy (the joy of a group of friends: so palpable, so real, so physical) at the news that a new member of the family -hopefully- will arrive soon. Illness, fear, life and friendship, united on the tablecloth of a common table.
Around a table, wrapped in coppery-brown paper (how many gifts are given on a restaurant table?), one of those books capable of shaking the foundations of your life came into my hands. around a table they left me (we had tuna tartare for dinner - I remember - and in the glasses a fantastic Alsatian Riesling shone, mineral and sharp as the life that was slipping out of my hands) around a table I have conquered, I have cried (Yes, whats up) , I have forgiven and I have asked for forgiveness . "I am sorry".
Around a table (in a Madrid cafeteria tired of the Austrias) just a week ago, I felt how one more friend became a brother (what a moment, huh) that crisp feeling of the cramp under the skin. Here and now. Around a table (with three Michelin stars) I have been betrayed and I learned to engrave on my skin that maxim of Jack Kerouac : "Life is a foreign country." It is. Wow if it is.
In front of a mahogany bar -not so long ago- I have dreamed of a better tomorrow (more mine, more ours) to the perfect rhythm of the service, the drinks and the rhythmic sound of the dishes. The soundtrack of our lives. Around a table without a tablecloth facing the sea I thought (I was wrong) I knew all the answers and not long after, over a sea of drinks in the best restaurant in the world I learned (thanks, Pitu) to never stop asking the right questions.
Around a table, in front of two glasses of Lagavulin, I learned that life is losing things (so many...) I learned to listen, to look and to forget you , while we were shipwrecking towards the afternoon in a summer Madrid, perfect in its blue and acacia color.
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