He came to the coffee shop’s terrace with the candour I thought only the retarded people could have. He announced his singing and began to sing totally out of tune and near to the most mortal of sins. However he redeemed himself and the concurrence when he went table to table receiving the coins of the client´s moral relief.
Later I saw him at a coffee shop of a different neighborhood, closing a Heidegger´s book after taking a quote in order to continue with his notes of his thesis about the benefits of stupidity.
She had a medical permission to be out of her job. With her sick vocal strings she could not give classes for some weeks. She did not need to be in bed, so went to the street of the old bookstores and in some coffee shop she sat with a book, eating sweets and some honey tea for her throat.
Seeing him was already a sin, but it was impossible to ignore the copper like skin and the still stupid smile from that still teenager, shallow, strong and apollonian boy. It was known that this kind of boys do not develop intelligence until many years later. At the time they are busy being gorgeous, admired, strong and sensual.
They came in noisily. The oldest one was talking about a foreign university and his wife was listening carefully, wearing a face of something important. Two younger couples were waiting them at a table. They all were dressed studiedly casual, with their hair correctly unkempt and they had planned even the volume of their words…
He was supposed to become a monk dedicated to Science at a monastery; just like Mendel and his peas. He was a prodigy at seven and was convinced to be just pure reason and believed his infantile body a hindrance, as the reincarnation of a Gnostic or an Albigensian.
