"Good night is coming.
Good night goes,
and we
go and never come back. "
Isidoro Álvarez Alonso
Good night goes,
and we
go and never come back. "
Isidoro Álvarez Alonso
I
On December 23 they left by train. They went to Valparaíso and left behind their jobs, their friends, their families and everything that tied them to the hometown. They planned the 22 in the bar on the corner of her house. "We will, now," she said. He was not surprised, I had read the log book of his girlfriend and saw a poem that read:
"In Somewhere in the world,
someone is hearing the same song as me.
Somewhere in the world,
someone is reading the poem to me.
I do not want to know,
as I go alone with you. "
They laughed at the desperation with which he heard her voice and after a few seconds of silence, he said, looking out the window of the bar:" Christmas in a new place, with no plans and until we get bored. " Silver left the wine on the table and ran to the station. Got tickets for 23 in the morning. Everyone went home, put together a bag with more books than clothes, music and cameras. Went to bed. Morning left very early, without calling anyone, without telling anyone, they left.
II
They told me a month after it all planned. We were having some beers in a pub near the port. Hostel had found faster than they had imagined. They had the data on an old house where people stop and had instead. Throughout the 23 walked through the port, the city and fairs. At night, went to a bar passing brit pop. Just 24 at the morning they realized what they had done. Did not carry cell phones, nobody would worry. Her parents had died. The father when she was 4 years old and the mother made 6 months. His parents lived in Prague, went to live there when he retired 10 years ago. And friends never worry, at the latest then send an email and go. For months they were not looking so happy. They played to get upset, they laughed, they caressed, they ran the last drop he had to downtown.
III
They could not believe that love out something so round, so perfect. Maybe it was because they had not planned, maybe it was the place they chose. Leaning on a railing overlooking the vast Pacific, with fireworks in the sky with few stars and with two small cups that were stolen from a bar, toasted Eve. As I told this, he was holding hands and laughing. It was the first time since they started the story that made me uncomfortable. Like, I always had seemed cool, and I preferred to think they were very tender.
IV
Tomorrow morning travel to Guaymallén. It seemed unusual to go to Mendoza, but that they planned to spend all year: one month at each location on time to decide to go. There are people who think deeply about how love works. There are others to keep on believing, we cling to the stories of these strangers that after a drink they become friends with you then stay in touch.