Diana

La primera vez que ví a la Diana, se escapaba por la puerta de entrada de la casa de la Angélica, cuando vivían en Peñalolén. Era una perrita cocker de pelo dorado y ojos tristes, pero bien juguetona.

Cuando me vine a vivir con Angélica el año pasado en marzo, la Diana estaba en Lampa, porque allí podía correr y jugar con el bulldog de su pololo. Pero en el otoño-invierno la trajeron y yo la sacaba a pasear cada vez que me acordaba, al menos 1 vez a la semana. Me hacía correr esta diabla, si era muy intrépida y se tiraba a los ciclistas y les mordía los tobillos.

Este año no la saqué mucho a pasear, porque no pasaba mucho tiempo aquí. Ahora en el otoño retomé la costumbre, la llevaba cuando iba al súper por baguettes y yogurt. Me gustaba tomarla con un brazo y meterla a la casa, para que no dejara sus patitas marcadas.

La semana pasada, el viernes, vomitó varias veces y tosía con frecuencia. Creí que estaba enferma por algo que comío; a veces le dábamos carne y quesito para que se tentara con lo pelets habituales. Pero no, siguió y siguió.

El viernes salí y llegué de madrugada. El sábado en la mañana me encontré una pila de remedios y recetas. "La Diana está bien enferma, está en la pieza de la Fran", me dijo mi tía. Cuando regresé en la tarde, la habían internado en una clínica de perritos, porque presentaba afecciones cardíacas.

La Fran me despertó en la mañana para que fuéramos a buscarla. No quise porque iba a conversar con alguien por Skype y porque tenía sueño. "Si vuelves a la tarde, voy contigo", le dije. Hace 20 minutos que regresó, llorando. "Murió recién la Diana", me dijo. La abracé, pero sé que no sirve de nada, porque era SU perrita, que vivió con ella 14 de sus 26 años y era una canina adorable.

Me siento feliz de que dejara de sufrir, porque estaba conectada a miles de tubos y aparatos. Esa no es vida para nadie, sea animal o humano. Pobre Fran, feliz Diana. Para mí seguirá corriendo en mi memoria, agitadas su orejitas por el viento, su naricilla husmeándolo todo y sus ojos tristes ante el infame plato de pelets.

* Foto de mi Flickr

drunk girl

Yesterday I was drinkin' with my friend Fran. Our first idea was goin' to the cinema because of Stardust, but I just had money for buying cigarrettes. She would pay the tickets and the movie was at 19.15. Suddenly, Fran looked into my eyes and we knew we needed to talk and drink for a while. The movie could wait.

She took me to a bar that I had never visited before and she even knows its name. We drank a lot and I went back home on subway, wasted. I was drinking a cup of tea and I was getting asleep!!! So embarrassing!. I went to bed early and woke up early, had a very nice and slow breakfast, but when I arrived at University, class was dismiss.

Me and my friends had a very nice lunch, near trees and flowers and our dear Agustín (We are on spring, do not forget) and later Vladimir had to go to his job and I invited Nat to home. In the way to take the bus, Nat and me found a very common men clothes and they had there a poster of... THE BEATLES!!! We saw each other, in shock.

At Home, we had big and hot cups of tea, some nice herbs in them. Nat ate some nice biscuit with 'manjar' we found in my refrigerator and I ate a little piece of chocolate and nuts cake, 'cause is really powerful. Last time I ate it my pressure was very high. We saw 'Devil wears Prada' just because we wanted to feel like adult single women, watching romantic comedies or some stuff what they (single women) have to care about. But finally, we just wanted to have some of those nice clothes and be a little skinny. We laugh a lot. Meanwhile, all my dirty clothes had their opportunity into the washing machine. Diana saw me coming and going with dirty-dry-jeanstshirtssocksbikinis and wet-clean-perfumed- stuff.

Maybe tomorrow it will rain. When I left Nat at the bus stop, fat and really dark clouds were over our heads. It suposse tomorrow we and our friends will have a very nice hot afternoon with some beers and love and laughs and those things that friends share everytime.

Well... It's 22.04 at night and I'm dying, I'm almost like yesterday, but without alcohol in my veins. I did my Wikipedia homework. I wrote three phrases in Roadrunner song, but my teacher said somebody edited me... That's not fair... wikipedia editors are cruel!

Need to buy new tennis-shoes, said Mom... these are dying, but I like them, I love them