The Statue

She was a statue. She died on a silver lake, on a park of Barcelona, around mid September.
Beautiful Barcelona… Cold Barcelona.
Beneath the cold marble, there was once flesh and blood. There were gracious movements, breathing, there was a smile. No one knows very well where it all went. One day, on the silver lake, all there was left was stone.
Many people walk besides the lake and take pictures to the melancholic marble. Golden, tall girls, dressed in the latest fashion. All of them like to take her picture. One more picture for the guys in cool cultural Barcelona. None of them understood…
Handsome sculpted boys… some of them would walk beside her without even noticing she was there… She was too pale for their burned eyes… too innocent for their eager bodies. So there she stood, alone. And alone she wanted to be.
One night, he appeared. He was alone, but he wasn’t lonely. He had a bottle of wine and fire in his eyes. And then he saw her. He really saw her. There was no one else there, so he decided to talk to her. He talked for hours, about ordinary things – there was no one there to impress. And the statue remained unimpressed.
He suddenly realized he loved her. He dropped his bottle on the ground and stood on his feet. And he said, firmly: “Dance with me!”. There where flames bursting out of his eyes, as if his soul was too big for his body and was about to get out. “Dance with me”, he repeated in her ear, softly. As she felt his strong, warm hand touching hers, blood started flowing through her cheek – and then through her entire body.
They danced for the whole night. Their love expressed in multiple ways on each step. She was no longer frightened or cold - she was Alive. Her laughter echoed through all Barcelona. She looked him in the eyes as he moved her around and pressed her body against his. Their fire dance woke up the Gods in heavens and lightened up the stars…
…Until the big star came up. She knew he had to leave. Secretly, she wished she could too. So they left each other’s hands, smiling gratefully and both went on their ways.
On the silver lake she once again lied down and let the cold enter her spine and then her flesh; her eyes closed for all eternity… this time, with a smile.