Seville, Spain - 1889

Today I remembered a series of events that I witnessed back in 1889. At that time I owned a small bakery in a side street near the Guadalquivir. Each day tens of people came to me, attracted by the smell of the new bake. The look on their faces was worthless, trying hardly to hold the hot sugar-coated bread without getting burned, yet their eyes were smiling like the eyes of a child who had just found a sack full of hard candy.

February came, and with it came the first signs of a near spring. on those days I started noticing them, like two deers they passed in front of my store, holding each others hand, entwining their fingers as if trying to connect their souls in the closest possible way.trying to save this moment forever, their eyes never lost contact. walking like one mass that you would only distinguish them by the purple of her dress and the blue of his jacket. they walked further into the street, and after a while the guy came back alone with that look on his face, the look of feeling complete.

They came to the street every couple of days, with the same pattern. till someday curiosity won over me and I decided to follow them, who said curiosity is a nature of humans only !. I walked behind them, watched them flowing like the Guadalquivir, not caring for the piercing eyes of the people watching them as if they wanted to live that moment along with their souls. They walked till they reached the river bank. She rested her head over his shoulder and they stood their for a while. just watching the water flowing, carrying boats to where it wills. some minutes later they walked again. till they reached a big white building with a stone fence, at which they separated sadly. the girl just walked to the gate, turning at the last step to give him a smile, then continued her way through the gate. He stood for a while staring at the closed gate, then made his way back to the main street.

Weeks passed and none of them passed in front of my store again. I blamed myself thinking I might have somehow disturbed the flowing of their souls, then I shook the idea out of my head. It was in May that I saw him again. This time he was walking alone, I followed him as he walked into the street. He kept looking at his side, Realizing that nobody was there he looked down as his feet and so on, till he reached that spot near the river. As he stood there in silent I tried to log into his brain. all I could see there was a man with a scattered soul. a man who once felt complete.