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We have to pay attention to what the child in our heart tells us. We should not be embarrassed by this child. We must not allow this child to be scared because the child is alone and is almost never heard.
We must allow the child to take the reins of our lives. The child knows that each day is different from every other day.
We have to allow it to feel loved again. We must please this child--even if this means that we act in ways we are not used to, in ways that may seem foolish to others.
Remember that human wisdom is madness in the eyes of God. But if we listen to the child who lives in our soul, our eyes will grow bright. If we do not lose contact with that child, we will not lose contact with life.
THE COLORS AROUND ME were growing vivid; I felt that I was speaking with more intensity and that my glass made a louder sound when I put it down on the table.
A group of about ten of us were having dinner together after the conference. Everyone was speaking at the same time, and I was smiling, for this night was special; it was the first night in many years that I had not planned.
What a joy!
When I'd decided to go to Madrid, I had been in control of my actions and my feelings. Now, suddenly, all that had changed. Here I was in a city where I'd never set foot before, even though it was only three hours from the place where I'd been born. I was sitting at a table where I knew only one person, and everyone was speaking to me as if they'd known me for years. I was amazed that I could enter into the conversation, that I could drink and enjoy myself with them.
I was there because suddenly life had presented me with Life. I felt no guilt, no fear, no embarrassment. As I listened to what he was saying--and felt myself growing closer to him--I was more and more convinced that he was right: there are moments when you have to take a risk, to do crazy things.
I spend day after day with my texts and notebooks, making this superhuman effort just to purchase my own servitude, I thought. Why do I want that job? What does it offer me as a human being, as a woman?
Nothing! I wasn't born to spend my life behind a desk, helping judges dispose of their cases.
No, I can't think that way about my life. I'm going to have to return to it this week. It must be the wine. After all, when all is said and done, if you don't work, you don't eat. This is all a dream. It's going to end.
But how long can I make the dream go on?
For the first time I considered going to the mountains with him for the next few days. After all, a week of holidays was about to begin.
"Who are you?" a woman at our table asked me.
"A childhood friend," I answered.
"Was he doing these things when he was a child, too?"
"What things?"
The conversation at the table seemed to fade and then die out.
"You know: the miracles."
"He could always speak well." I didn't understand what she meant.
Everyone laughed, including him. I had no idea what was going on. But--maybe because of the wine--I felt relaxed, and for once I didn't feel like I had to be in control.
I looked around and then said something that I forgot the next moment. I was thinking about the upcoming holiday.
It was good to be here, meeting new people, talking about serious things but always with a touch of humor. I felt like I was really participating in the world. For at least this one night, I was no longer just seeing the real world through television or the newspapers. When I returned to Zaragoza, I'd have stories to tell. If I accepted his invitation for the holidays, I'd have whole years of memories to live on.
He was so right not to pay any attention to my remarks about Soria, I thought. And I began to feel sorry for myself; for so many years, my drawer full of memories had held the same old stories.
"Have some more wine," a white-haired man said, filling my glass.
I drank it down. I kept thinking about how few things I would have had to tell my children and grandchildren if I hadn't come with him.
"I'm counting on our trip to France," he said t
o me so that only I could hear.
The wine had freed my tongue. "But only if you understand one thing."
