This evening after my nap, I woke up with that phrase in my head. If someone had woken up next to me, instead of “good evening”, I would have said “someone has to take care of the soul” and then yawned. Afterward, I would drag my sleepy body, which never sleeps enough, to the bathroom and brush my teeth with my eyes closed.
With each brush stroke, I would think: someone has to take care of the soul.
Today I had that phrase in my head all night, hammering at my simple life.
List:
- Coffee
- Bread
- Orange juice
- Lettuce
- Tomatoes
- Yogurt
- Ham
- Someone has to take care of the soul
- Detergent
- Razor
- Sparkling water
Now that the weekend is over, you start to meet people returning from their short trips. Most go to roast like shrimp in northern Peru, get drunk with 50 soles in downtown Lima (something they can’t do here), and dance salsa in Miraflores and believe that’s the most Latino thing there is.
Someone has to take care of the soul.
I was returning by taxi down a small street, with the driver not exceeding the speed limit. Everything was perfect.
(Except my thoughts, except me).
That song “No Rain” was playing on the radio, reminding me of when I was in school
And I don’t understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain that there’s no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape…
Then I thought about an accident happening. A mega accident in this quiet city. So big that it would be on the news worldwide.
I would be there in the accident. Among the debris, the injured, and the dead. I saw myself injured, with a broken and bleeding forehead, with dirty hands and my face on the pavement.
Then I would see God and the Devil descend.
I thought, trapped between the twisted metal, about my phrase: someone has to take care of the soul.
Who would say it first?
Then God and the Devil look at each other and say it at the same time. Then they part ways amid the disaster.
God closes the eyes of the dead with a kiss, and the Devil starts to cheer up the injured like me with violent slaps on the cheeks and shouting.
Red light.
(Devil’s pupils)
Someone has to take care of my soul.