At fifteen after seven in the morning a long murmur shakes the bed starting a roar of the walls. A soft roar, but rough good.
- Anna, remain calm.
The sound is exactly the same one that resounds inside a tunnel while there happens on your head an endless, heavier and heavier, more and more intense train. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmm. An earthquake is something extraordinary. The confusion is authentic, the movie of your life got hooked up in the God projector and the viejito who watches the projectors remained asleep.
- All to the courtyard! All to the courtyard! – the grandmother Raquel begins to shout.: moan madrecita mine of my life! Holy god! That finishes rapidly please mamita!
His nervous voice remembers the histories cut off in some dessert. Fallen walls, cracks in the asphalt, fire, the people undress in the street, blood, the decency is already not important.
Ten seconds later, when the ground calms down, a hand with Parkinson lights the TV set. They already interrupted all the programs.
An earthquake is something chilling. The soil trembles in shocks planetaria, shakes that raise cement, asphalt, lampposts and buildings. The nests and the people lose the sparrows his houses. It is not a prank. The sacudón that provoked the Asian tsunami of ends of 2004 did that some islands were moving of place.
I remember the first time, year 2003. We had dinner in our apartment in Santiago de Chile, a ninth apartment, and the chair began to walk. My small collection of bottles of the fifties bells were looking like clin clin clin clin clin. I supported the holder in the table and tried to assimilate the vibration. It was something supernatural.
- Do you feel this? – Anna asked.
The building was Godzilla and we were in his stomach.
I remember the unconscious emotion, this moves, this is new, this is uncontrollable this is a phenomenon. The introduction to the Apocalypse, chapter 1.
During an earthquake each one teaches his scars, the visible ones and the invisible ones. In the street there sounds a choir of alarms of motorcars. The firemen jump to his trucks and the people go out to the streets. Some of them cry. Others remain in target. The fear of the replies provokes another quake, this time in the legs.
The instability stays. It is the naked life, unbalanced, original, brawler, nothing is insured. Everything can collapse in a moment of worry. The heart keeps on beating, but the pulsations spend the hundred, the baterista has gone crazy.
Years later, in Lima, and with the fresh presence of the disaster of Grappa, the soil trembles again. The first time went to one o'clock in the morning, during a roast. The chair only moved a few centimeters during a pair of seconds and helped to that the dinner was making comfortable in the stomach. It was simple, rum rum, it is already. The second shake was different.
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